Keine Lust

Of all things

I shouldn’t be here

No not here

Deep

In the second circle

Lair of the lustful

Because I’m many things

But lustful

Sure as hell

Ain’t one of them

I suppose

I could be a

Carnal Malefactor

If only I could be arsed

But it’s all so…

I don’t know…

Distasteful

The sweat on untoned limbs

The squelches and smells

The grunts and squeals

Souls blown like old trees

In the winds of a storm

Lips and orifices

Throbbing with

Aimless lust

Even the word

Makes me wince

So Get Me

Out Of Here

But it’s a long way home

And I need a comfort break

Surely hell has a caff

And I have appetite, yes, but

For a cuppa and a nice rich tea

I reckon

Lust ain’t all it’s

Cracked up to be

(Danke Rammstein for the title)