what can one say about knocking up
a perfectly good honest beautiful woman
and then leaving her for a confused
sex-driven junkie with a rash

i think life is a stash
of piss-soaked dollar bills
and in running for the hills
i find a place to piss and love a woman

what can one say about it except with sarcasm
and with a slow south-american volcano orgasm
explode into the absurd unfair fully-dressed scene
excuse me, dream, i'm ready to wake up now

i do wake up in a black girl's bed
a throbbing feeling in my head, i'm bleeding
and covered in what looks like powerlifting chalk
i slip out of west philadelphia back home to mom