got up this morning

it's not that what we're doing is wrong

but let's try to keep this a secret

between me

you

and the song

a menage a trois that sings to me

sinfully

when god plays along

what you want with a woman who won't do what you say?

i was sweet on her

she was sweet on jesus

we slept with a blanket barrier between us

master of her craft

i had her laughin like hyenas

when i asked her if she'd marry an elitist

staggering genius in lace

with the grace of a drunken monk

the mask isn't seamless cause her face says something's up

but i don't dare ask her i just listen

switchin to my good ear and adjusting my position

as she discusses ginsberg i listened and learned

as she dispersed his words i just resisted the urge to do like he would

whatever he wanted

if she allowed me to

she dangled that carrot then asked me: what would bukowski do?"