Waist Land 4

What the shrink said:

-Who are you? he asks.
-I'm me. Who are you?
-I'm your shrink.
-I'm paying you so you better say nice things about me.
-My ethics are going down the drain.
-Are you sure you aren't suffering?
-No, but I'd like to transfer my love for my wife to you.
-Done.

He drives his BMW through the winding roads of LA,
the city really whivvels,
my eyes burst open...
a raddle-dazzlin maze of races and colors...
I feel my heart thumpin and thumpin like a horny taxicab...
(the steallar babes of nude emotions
long dead under the blanket of opera)
I'm beginning to see what a bunch of cowards
artists are -
I want life. I want death. I want a big, black cock to blow my mind.

This is the life, says the shrink.
I put my hand on his crotch, stroking.
He smiles at me.
It's an affair to remember?