Why?

You love me, do you?
You want me, do you?
Is that your wife caressing you in your sleep?
Why lie?

You love the feel of me,
the thrill of me,
the freak of me,
you possess the skill to compartmentalize.
For real you, what's the point?
Dude, why lie?

You got to go home to keep the peace, so you leave me.
I got to shussh, so she won't hear me, 
"But Baby understand, you are dear to me."
Son, with such ease, you lie.

It’s about the kids, for real you?
You love me, do you?
Riiiight you're my guy!

Me stress you,
trip you,
ponder you!

Why?

TAM 7/15/10 @ 8:00pm