Why are the lights turned out?
What is it we are doing here?
Where did I lose my reason?
Who are you past the blur?
Why are the lights turned out?
Skin on skin, eyes look for sight
Senses have been drank dull
Our desire met without resist
What is it we are doing here?
Robot sex machine serve thy master
Programmed for action, not for thought
No romance needed, we play our part
Where did I lose my reason?
Poison trickles through my veins
Lust, Saturday night’s special
Unleash the beast; my aims to please you
Who are you past the blur?
Two too many sips
One too many mistakes
Bad decisions served best if forgotten
Adam Holmes
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/booze-and-bad-decision/
