Easy as pie, the egg came first
laid by an ancestral thing
of a chicken so ask me something
real hard. Say, about infidelity, how
little pieces of silent sex were
seminal, sealed my fate to love you more
than any church forged wedding ring.
You cut your mark on me forever
and anything else itches like hives.
Lemon-squeezy, the egg came first
laid by an ancestral thing. The cosmic
egg came first, that's not so tough
as why I sleep alone with echoes
of wandering hands or why it's so
difficult; doing the right thing and
sitting and writing it easy.
