one show of passion and it’s over. so much for fidelity. more important to perfect your cool perversity. dark and fidgety. and edgy. stripped down to raw. impossible to ignore. an irreverent hum behind could be the slide of time. or an undetected presence from above. you to walk away and all that remains is the tragedy of love. the shadow on the floor.  the mouth of a stranger. the taste of danger. the tinge of regret. and the stuff you don't remember. or forget. what, me difficult. don’t you know i’m a pussy cat. what, me arrogant. don’t you see i’m not like that. i’m much nicer in real life. and thinner. and prettier too. what, me indolent. i’m just as lazy as the next guy. although sometimes. you know i don’t even try. but i’ve got my good points. and i think you know why. there’s still some stuff you want to try. a lifetime of watching can teach you a few things. a lifetime of doing and you do the teaching. a lifetime of obedience. didn’t get you jack-shit. and still you go on preaching. a lifetime of moments you’d rather forget. a lifetime of patience only leaves you regret. i love you with the lot on top. and relish. like a big fat pluto pup. and relish. i love you like a sweet lamb chop. and relish. like a korma with a pappadam on top. and relish. i love you like a cinnamon donut. like a deep fried mud crab. like a coconut. like deep fried anything. and relish. he only wants to be a winner. is that so much to ask. he knows he’s been a sinner. but circumstance and lack of pants. and any moral backbone. or bad advice. and doubtful friends are the ones you really ought to blame. it’s hard when you can smell it. but it’s still so far away. or you can see it all around you. but it just won’t fall your way. it’s worse when you can touch it and pretend for just a while. that you have it all. and an enigmatic smile. and once you're sold. that warm feeling down your leg. goes cold.