My friend is a very good man,
Nothing to hide
No terrorist ties
But still,
He really looks like Carlos the Jackal.

I met the Devil the other night.
But, try as he might,
He couldn't deceive this old Knight.

I'd met Death the previous day.
I'd lost my way,
But I convinced her to go away.

God has spoken to me in the past.
Been a long time since we spoke last.
It's time He stuck His colours to His mast.

Was it never more than lust
Looking back at all the fuss?!
Let me white-out 'love' from my biography
And write out 'lust' on that paper's scab.

And when I think back on those romantic notions,
It's clear that all those loving feelings I thought I had
Were triggered by lotions and potions
Perfumes, cocktails and blind devotions.

But now, with the benefit of hindsight,
I see the cheap trick youth plays on the mind;
Naivety conspires with shallowness,
And confuses lust with love!