all reason gone
all passion spent
all mystery exploded
all guile naught
each battle fought
another game outmoded
the feeling grows
beneath my nose
a region i can't see
a tickling itch
that i can't scratch
is burning right through me
perhaps if i just
said the word
the world would come right
perhaps with
just a little luck
i'll take you home tonight
and maybe i'll remember
certain moves that must be made
- it isn't all i'm after
but i'd still like to get laid.
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers