Lapse In Judgement

It’s the eleventh hour

On fifth day

Of a week of Mondays 

I’m tired and done

With everything 

Except that one thing 

I crave the satisfaction. 

The gratification. 

And the interaction. 

But I try

I cry

I want you. 

But why you

I’m tired

Why though.

You’ve nothing to offer 

Why you

A lapse of judgement 

When the tired mind

Meets the tireless beast

That is dangerous

Just a lust that leads to

A lapse of judgement 

We’re days past sanity 

Beyond good sense 

Where any idea’s good 

But they are not 

Worth another

Thought but still I do 

I desire the pleasure 

That lovely treasure 

Enjoying each measure 

And I try

I lie 

I want to. 

But it’s you

I’m done

Why do 

You show up here again

Why you

A lapse of judgement 

When the tired mind

Meets the tireless beast

That is dangerous

Just a lust that leads to

A lapse of judgement 

Once upon a time In an age

Circa two thousand and three

I’d be your boy toy simple pleasure

But I’m grown and you’re shrinking

In size and voice

It’s alright. 

Goodbye 

The future isn’t 

A lapse of judgement 

When the tired mind

Meets the tireless beast

That is dangerous

Just a lust that leads to

A lapse of judgement