So let’s put some scores on the doors
As this whore’s on the floor
And we’re finding this all
Far too familiar
So take a deep breath and
Dive in, fall in, collapse to your knees
Or tip your toes, trace them against
The bottom, scrape the enamel with a nail
Then bounce back and come up for air
Breathe it in, take it down
Cheap perfume and chlorine
Chalk this one down to experience
Or a learning curve
Just as she learnt of the power of hers
We all surface and lay down
Colder than before, yet far wiser
Who’s keeping track, who knows the drill
The march, slow and steady,
Regimented and relentless
Towards the climactic finish
And we all know now that we’re just
Pieces of dressed up meat
Sweet sacks of skin
Tossed idly over white bone
Breast stroke, back stroke
Keep your hands to yourself
The water really opens up here
The currents could pull you down
Dry yourself down and get dressed
Nobody drowns on my watch