Lover?

I don't want to hear you beg 

I'm sick of beggars 

If you are a man 

take what you want from me 

or what you can. 

Even if you have me 

like some woman across town 

you think you love. 

Look at me 

Standing here with my penis 

as straight as yours. 

What do you think this is? 

The weather cock on a rooftop? 

We sneak all over town 

like two damn thieves, 

whiskey on our breath, 

no street lights on the back roads, 

just the stars above us 

as ordinary as they should be. 

We always have to work it out, 

walk it through, talk it over, 

drink and smoke our way into sodomy. 

I could take you to my house 

But you're afraid the neighbors 

will recognize you. 

I feel thankful I don't love you. 

I won't have to suffer you later on. 

But for now I say 

Jack Daniel's, 

Have you had enough, Jack Daniel's? 

Do I look like your lover yet? 

Against the fogged car glass 

do I look like your cross-town lover?