Self-Destructive

Needs

He wants her for pot.

I only want love.

Pot I haven't got.

And love – there's nothing better.

But when old men lie withered

And grandmas lose their brains,

Love is dead, and just a little

Cartilage remains.

Perhaps it isn't love.

Love is just for two

And simply leads to pleasure.

Really, happiness will do.

 

Self-Destructive

Self-destructive men

Unhappy with their lives

Are usually nice

And marry vicious wives.

They can look behind.

They see what went before.

God only knows the reason

They go back for more.

Frequently they're happy.

Often they are kind.

Nature, god or mommie

Does something to the mind.

And if I had the power
With just a single touch

I'd show you that you're worth

Much more than this. So much.