Is it time for a third wheel to add to the cart…
Or a fourth or a fifth? They should make it run wild
In the fast lane. When living becomes quite a bore
With the ones we’re contracted with, we demand more.
We are carefree and wealthy. Our status is styled
In the way of the Greek gods. We treasure our art.
And, the Art Of The Swing is for us a plaything
That we act out in secrecy not due to guilt
But because it feels sinister in a nice way.
So, like most adult children who snicker at play,
We avail of the bloom far ahead of the wilt.
We are bees of the blossom with no will to sting.
Get to know an odd couple and some of their friends
While you have time to do so. No orgy will wait
For the soul who is timid. So, go for the fling
Even though mass delusion it often will bring.
There is no greater force than the will to create.
Sometime after creation will come the soul cleanse.