Put me in your pocket and keep me for later.
I can be anything you want me to be
as long as I’m used.
As long as I’m used.
You don’t need to know where I’ve been,
Whose pants I’ve been in,
Who soiled me last.
I’m passed around
and that’s how I like it.
I’ve seen the worlds
behind your closed doors.
In dingy hotel rooms
In the backseat of cars
And in your bedroom
Smelling of want
Feeling like need
Between the breasts of women
that put me there in the first place.
Between the lips of men
with mouths that swallow the world.
I’ve been everywhere,
so if you want to use me
go ahead.
As long as you use me.
-JC