Every now and then you love to throw yourself a pity party and demand that everyone attends, with you the sh*t never ends! But I refuse to recuse my opinions on account of your perverse notion of some skewered dominion in which I'm supposed to be some sort of serf? You've got some nerve! It was pity that lured me to the block of twisting matrimonial locks with you- now drops the other shoe... I must confess without finesse that the coochie was juicy; that I craved it with impunity, that I lusted after it like it was a sacred duty; but in the blink of an I the whole thing devolved into the perpetually fussy. And truth, that ever present but oft times not acknowledged brute hung between us like a winter pall-persued us down every hall, every rabbit hole,wrecked every half assed attempt at what might have turned out to be the semblence of a flow - JAH knows! I'm so sick of us I secretly hope one of us would just drop dead, just so one of us could move on up ahead, a shoulder, a finger -a hairs' breadth what the hell ever! Cause we're drowning! and when the etheral waters finally pull together to erase our regrettable spots- the universe will sigh in relief because we are finally not.