how much self can a self endure?
Everyone’s my sister or my brother.
Everyone’s my sister or my brother.
Even though I never had a brother—
I had male friends, but never a male amour—
my self-love gifted to the other.
I had male friends, but never a male amour—
my self-love gifted to the other.
And, of course, like everyone, I had a father
from whose gifted love I’ve needed cure.
He’s dead, but I still love him like a brother.
from whose gifted love I’ve needed cure.
He’s dead, but I still love him like a brother.
But I never loved him as I loved my mother,
and there’ve been other women whose allure
spurred me to gift my self-love to another
and there’ve been other women whose allure
spurred me to gift my self-love to another
and love them like a wife or like a sister—
and that’s where my attempts encountered failure,
mixing up brother-sister, sister-brother.
and that’s where my attempts encountered failure,
mixing up brother-sister, sister-brother.
But I still always get all in a pother,
trying to fiddle Jenny on the Railroad—
Jenny’s self-love gifted to none other.
Everyone’s my sister and my brother!
trying to fiddle Jenny on the Railroad—
Jenny’s self-love gifted to none other.
Everyone’s my sister and my brother!
