It`s time to admit, without inspiration
there is only that which
I`m trying to muddle through
here on the outer edges of
bachelorhood and wedded bliss
swaying between the poles
though I know I should help myself to what I already have
there is plenty for a feast, yet I have my eyes
on another, another and have done things which
should they reach the light of day, well
a thousand James Bond fans would applaud
and a thousand housewives would put
their feet down and kick my sorry ass out.
