Dark Entries 
Caressing bent up to the jug again 
With sheaths and pills 
Invading all those stills 
In a hovel of a bed 
I will scream in vain 
Oh please miss Lane 
Leave me with some pain 
Went walking through this city's neon lights 
In fear of disguising my warping seathing 
Pressure lines and graceless heirs 
Intangible of price 
Trying so hard to find what? What was right 
I came upon your room it stuck into my head 
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice 
You took delight in taking down 
All my shielded pride 
Until exposed became my darker side 
Puckering up and down some avenue of sin 
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try 
If only for the old times cold times 
Don't go waving your pretentious love 
He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues 
Girating through some lonesome devils row 
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey 
Of walking money checks posessing holes 
He often sleekly offers his services 
Exploitation of his finer years 
Work with loosely woven fabrics 
Of lonely office clerks 
Any lay suffices his dollar green eye