Only a Blood Pump

my fair-weather wife
she loves me just so
so long as I'm kissing ass
of the present status quo
I thought she really loved me
the me that's deep inside
but right now the way it is
she'd just as soon I died
she told me that she'd be there
through both the thick and thin
my heart it hurts so
I messed it up again
my art, my love, my poetry
my writing, I could care less now
if anything rhymes anymore
my pain, my stupidity

tears, alone now
the sages are smiling
they know my folly
I guess that money
is really everything
there is to love
folly folly fool am I
love is just a warm blanket
if you can afford her one
venus the planet of comfort
that's the last of it
I'm done
to hell with the heart
it's just a blood pump