Sexual Distortion (For Harvey Weinstein)

Got my helmet on

My emotions in check

Haven't had sex

for what seems like ten years

and I'm wondering what the ... (heck)

Got a memory of Obama's day

and the way the old wounds

of racism, thought withered away,

bled like a seven-year plague

through the streets of Bethlehem, P.A.
Now we fight all civil wars
with angry words and unsheathed swords

Now the new fan is blowing on hot coals

for the war between the soul man and sister soul

And I'm thinking twice about the alibis

for the war between the sexes

and this new father of lies

and the mother of his nature

Don't touch this. Don't touch that.

Touchy as a funeral in the sex and death vat

Leading to the unsatisfied dynamic

of not touching this, not touching that

Send me a kiss and I'll hit it with a baseball bat,

Then I'll flame you with a conversation that goes like this:

"You wouldn't understand. Cunt is the ultimate compliment

men only use it against women when they know they've lost."

It's well deserved due to your interview couch moves,

met with flash dragon ways and discouraging verbs

as the drop in population, tightly held to the regulation

leads to a sex-starved people pleading for strangulation

as the mighty engine of love can't get no satisfaction

No wonder, woman. No super, man.

All hooked up on porno and strung out

across the land; and the only one winning

is Tony Soprano living in the Caymans

and Russian mobster secret agents

sucking in the dough

in the sexual distortion show

But love is for the real

and these fake news blues

can't last forever

since a caress

and all the rest

is imperative

and primal,

as natural

as survival

Even next to food and fighting,

there really is no other rival

So buck up Ken and Barbie

Your missing parts

were stolen

by their private

little party

Even a true gentleman

doesn't have a chance

If you don't believe me

try to get a dance
with a wolf