Driving in my pick up truck
having some picking up to do.
We call
ourselves Johns
because were to embarrased
to say who we really
are.
Some of us are holy when
we choose who we want.
It isnt
far fetched from the
laws of our self created God.
Getting the itch in my
pants
i drive endlessly through the block
to find my perfect trick,
to
scratch my itch.
I want them young and sweet
so i can show them my
meat
But first i must give them some sweets.
Behind is where i want
to be
because of the captain in me.
Nobody must notice,
nobody
must know
im perverted and the world
must not know