You have your golden sunsets
But I’ve my golden showers

You plant vegetables in your garden
I plant vegetables where the sun doesn’t shine

Some think I waste my time
But they are eager to pay
Because I do things that others wouldn’t dare
This woman cuts a rug and her ***** hair

They beg for more
Why would I stop?
It’s fun and it pays the bills –
And I’ve my writing still
And this spills into it

Gives me more material to pen
And afterwards?
I can do unimaginable things with that same pen
that make men think they’re in heaven