"It is a thursday,
I get up early,
it is a challenge,
I'm usually lazy.
I make some coffee,
I eat some rice chex.
And then I sit down,
to check my inbox.
I only read a word or two,
I stare across the street,
And see the church bells,
and the blue.
The first orgasm of the morning,
is cold and hard as hell.
There won't be any second coming,
as far as I can tell.
I arch my back cause,
I'm very close now.
It's very cold here,
by the window.
There are some school kids,
yelling and running.
I barely notice,
that I am coming.
The first orgasm of the morning,
is like a fire drill.
It's nice to have a little warning,
but not enjoyable.
I am too busy to make friends,
a lover would just complicate my plans.
So I will never look for love again,
I'm taking matters into my own hands.
I think I could last at least a week without someone to hold me.
I think I could last at least a week without someone to hold me.
Won't you hold me?
Won't you hold.........me?"