The Reclining Nude

Irony of the situation’s curtains drawn
The audience knows
Proud of all the clever ways I’ve engineered to put you down
A quick glance at your marilyn thighs
Morse code as they will rub together reads
This turn the other cheek approach bitch slaps you beyond repair
And I don’t see a difference between that and the words that I choose
I'm not sure there’s any realistic difference between that and the words that I choose

And I'm repeating the word idiot to myself
Until it loses its meaning
Yes I am repeating the word idiot to myself
Until it loses its touch
I just like the way it sounds

You better shut your mouth or you’ll wake up the neighbors
Concerns my flesh’s current union with yours
I love myself, you’ll say it over and over
Till you run out of air, pass out, start again
The infinite math of the situation
Subtract your apprehensive hips
And divide: Every time I pray to, I keep on killing mosquitos

All the while I am repeating the word idiot to myself
Until it loses its meaning
This is my spade cooley bit
My ronald reagan pardon
A cigarette on each nipple
And I’ve got a feeling this is the first day of the rest of my life
Idiot!
Idiot!
Idiot!