We had our moment
long ago - us gods of lust us gods of woe.
We love your for your grubby
sex Your walking fannys with bitten necks. We married only virgins -
not
syph rid sluts who fuck on benches. We accept the right to take - and
by the way - who was I?
Father Forgive Me For I have Sinned
I don't suppose you'll understand.
I hate your clawing
hands
That grasp our future
I hate your nasty little mind
I hate myself but I was pissed
Thank you for extermination
Of my desire
Thank you for the intercourse
Of two enquiring minds
Father forgive me
for I was pissed
I don't suppose you'll understand
Father forgive me for I have sinned
I don't suppose you'll understand
I shudder when I
back think
Seedy little grope and poke
My mother would have murdered me
And by the way - Who was I?
Sordid little acts
of passion
Dirtied by the expectation
Made furtive by the guilt attached
Father forgive me for I have sinned
Father forgive me
for I have sinned
I don't suppose you'll understand
I don't suppose you'll understand
I don't suppose you'll understand
Father forgive me for I have sinned.