FIFTY YEARS HANDCUFFED TO A MANIAC.

Life seemed easier when I was a kid,
Before my dick started running the show.
Girls were just friends but how quickly that ends
Once the beast stirs down below.

But you can't bottle that innocent time,
It leaves once the first pube arrives.
Then we all get tongue-tied and red-faced
And live normal complicated lives.

Enslaved by libido, the ego
And nothing matters more than getting laid.
I half-wish it would finish, shrivel and diminish,
But I know I'll freak out when my sex drive fades.

Feel like I'm handcuffed to a maniac