I knew I would always be ok with the drum  

Any halfway dependable drug dealer would have given me a shot 

I found myself in the circles and lost myself in managing 

the stress with substances and sex was smothering  

My pain was everywhere from bars to cars full 

Of many wonderful children of families who depended  

On me and the work week still ran with its rewards  

A glorious dependency of iFound intimacy  

And remembered traumas that shared the problem  

We all tried to carry around for each other  

 

Condoms and drums were my healthy outlets 

Smoothies and talk therapy  

Sacred things and ceremonies  

To no god but love  

and forgiveness in taking off your backpack 

And dancing  

 

I don’t want to be subversive anymore 

A drastic change in values has been adapted genetically  

Trances hypnotizing have direction and frequencies  

If good and evil are untrue — if we ascribe value  

To water and what we already have  

We will survive the weather — if we take rubbers  

Off the shelf and abstain for the sanctity of health  

Not just old Augustus and Constantine  

Urgency is urging me crazy and imminent  

Pontus pilot put me up to it  

Sanctity of Marriage and freedom of touch  

And to deal with the rational consequences of reproduction  

Dawning of a day with more careful release  

And foot massages of soul love  

 

To quell the spell of free form fury  

Of 3 serious qualms to tell:  

Waste  

Hedonism  

And botched handjobs  

 

The most sacred thing between two humans  

Is covered in a poly 

Marketed with toxic flavor  

And distributed by the center for health 

 

I don’t want to be subversive anymore  

I wanna be a common drum.