Crazy Spiritual Drought

Nothing to use
Nothing to see
Life in a world
Struggling to be
Going for what we can get
Money or fame or sex
Cheap thrills on a thin dime
Like my new shoes
Like my new shirt
As long as no one gets too hurt
Drugs go in any orifice
Like a non-sexual orgasm
Gripping the fence
Hey now let us rub one out
The day is not spent
A crazy American Dream
Running out of time
Frame it all for notoriety
As art for the jaded
Spin it all out
Crazy spiritual drought
Then you come back
After a year or two
And I am glad I am not dead
We get back in bed
Sex and hugs
For hours and hours
Day and night
Until you depart