I’m an erotic poet, that’s all there is to it!
At ten to six I’ll perform such tricks without a sound.
At ten to six I’ll perform such tricks without a sound.
I’m planning to perform them in
the round—
you’ll be sitting there watching me, and there won’t be an exit—
I’ll start by changing my feet from white to brown,
you’ll be sitting there watching me, and there won’t be an exit—
I’ll start by changing my feet from white to brown,
and you’ll be plenty glad
you’re sitting down
when you see me stabbed in the senate, leaking blood—
at ten to six I’ll perform such tricks without a sound.
when you see me stabbed in the senate, leaking blood—
at ten to six I’ll perform such tricks without a sound.
And I’m pretty sure you won’t
be dedicating a mound
to me, after I’m hurled off the Tarpeian Rock; it's
so sweet to feel my white feet toasted brown
to me, after I’m hurled off the Tarpeian Rock; it's
so sweet to feel my white feet toasted brown
as I lie on this
nice Mediterranean isle I’ve found
to dwell on—where Ovid was exiled—my biscuits
baking into the tricks I’ll perform at ten to six without a sound!
to dwell on—where Ovid was exiled—my biscuits
baking into the tricks I’ll perform at ten to six without a sound!
I’ll be the randy Sun King removing
my gown.
If you’re not with me in the flesh, you ARE in spirit
when I change my old goat feet from white to brown.
At ten to six I’ll perform such tricks without a sound.
If you’re not with me in the flesh, you ARE in spirit
when I change my old goat feet from white to brown.
At ten to six I’ll perform such tricks without a sound.
