The Ballad of Sexual Dependency

<br>Now theres a man, the living tool of satan<br><br>He charges forth while others are debating<br><br>Conniving, cocky knave with all the trimmings<br><br>I know one thing will trim him down women.<br><br>In women he meets deep authority,<br><br>In them he feels his old dependency.<br><br><br><br><br><br>He sniggers at the good book, mocks the priss and prim,<br><br>Does anything for pay if it will pay<br><br>And since he knows what ladies do to him<br><br>He thrusts them well out of his way.<br><br>All through the day he swears<br><br>Hes self denying, then dusk descends<br><br>And once again hes lying.<br><br><br><br>Theyre all the same in meeting loves confusion<br><br>Poor noble souls get blotted in illusion<br><br>The one who swore he could escape the clinches<br><br>Who is it that entangles him, wenches<br><br>It fain resists their lush authority<br><br>Before him stands his old dependency.<br><br><br><br><br><br>He harked the ten commandments<br><br>Trod the tried and true, would godly be and golden rule obey.<br><br>For lunch ate frugally, a grape a two,<br><br>Survived on one pure thought a day.<br><br>He screamed, &quot;ive mastered it without half trying&quot;<br><br>Appears the moon and once again hes lying.<br><br>Idiots all of them.