The Game

Close the door, switch off the light We’re going to be good friends tonight Come lay with me and let’s embrace Ignore the seediness of this place We’ll make mechanical love like we always do And I’ll whisper sweet endearments to you When I’m done, my passion spent You’ll understand not a word was meant. I’ll get dressed and pay your fee I’ll mean nothing to you nor you to me To one another we’re bodies without a name Playing along to the rules of the Game. Separately, we’ll leave the cheap motel And you’ll return to your private hell While I go home to my kids and wife Without another thought of you and your life.