The Struggle With Being A Virgin

I find my bosoms hanging over the chair--

There is no friendly competition

Between me and the cat,

Oh alcoholic revelry...there is no more

Deliberately I am silent--

For silence is the hair that grows

between my...

And silently I am in gray hairs

Buried here in dirt

And the piano man knows my body

But my philosophy is not all there

Because sex is a spaceship broken

There is no destination...

And the broken vagina feels no soul

For she is a virgin inside

No one knows what she's feeling here

For she prays to the Jesus inside;

For I am in spiritual haste,

What world defines a woman with such hate?

For a woman is her own demand...

These bosoms do not walk themselves!

Oh the death of being a virgin...

It is a beauty I can't explain,

For I shall die being a virgin

And my cat shall run astray.