Cottaging

My stories got boring
Bound to happen
My talk went stale
That’s how it happens
You get a small home, a dull man, and a ring
I get self-serving songs it pains me to sing
You said
«cheat, but no mistresses»
I half listened
In every man, a garbage dog
A gross opportunist
A lowlife judas
In every man, a garbage dog
My body got boring
Bound to happen
Sex got stale
That’s the way it happens
You get a shit house
a dull man
a kid
I get a sharp pain
when I think of these things
Enthusiastic for missionary
He’s fucking ecstatic
Your dull man