Him / her

Him / her 

Sick of this 

Look at my tits 

Please don't touch 

They are to entice

Some brute to

Penetrate me 

You can look 

But you can't touch

I like to be cruel 

Show you my vice 

But only once 

I'll aim to tease 

Be naughty and nice 

Then I'll say 

Don't look at me

You ball of sleaze 

I'm a good girl 

Shiny and polished 

I'm a good girl 

When it comes to you 

But my other face 

Is laughing it up 

Tell you a story 

About a mistress 

She wasn't allowed to wash 

For three days beforehand 

She baked her smelly gloss

All those pheromones 

Sour and teeming 

Gave her lover 

Dirty sex

We will do the same 

It's all a fucking game

Until the esteem of the steam

Goes cold and gammy 

You can stay away 

I feel too clammy 

The future is now

It can only get worse 

Gotta get out somehow 

Can't find the reverse 

HER

Door shut 

lights off 

Not you again 

you are emasculated 

Go and play the victim 

Leave your balls in a jar 

I'm as cold as television 

An extension of my phone

Carry my picnic basket 

Then leave me alone

I don't want to be hampered 

I don't want to be pampered

If we shadows have pretended 

Think but this 

I am offended 

Why should I waste my life 

Being a plastic wife 

HIM

Look at our relationship 

Just a sham to please the kidz

No love 

No intimacy 

No discussion 

Think about it 

Our life is on withhold

Time's running out 

Agonies multiply 

Resentment mounts 

Stop contradicting yourself 

You don't even read me

You'd see there's a crisis 

Look into the future 

Pull back the curtains

There will be another father 

Playing with our children 

I won't become your servant 

Your Sherpa or your banker 

I want to live my life 

Love me or leave me 

Fuck this useless strife

Turning me into a wanker 

I'll wear another's hat 

Not be sleepy tepid 

How stupid is that

Turn around 

Walk away 

Don't look back 

It's the only act which works 

No matter how much it hurts

HER

Door shut 

lights off 

Not you again 

you are emasculated 

Go and play the victim 

Leave your balls in a jar 

I'm as cold as television 

An extension of my phone

Carry my picnic basket 

Then leave me alone

If we shadows have pretended 

Think but this 

I am offended 

Why should I waste my life 

Being a plastic wife

I don't want to be hampered 

I don't want to be pampered

Just leave me alone.

13/06/18