Appointment For Love

I turned to my wife With desire in my eyes And my loins a little disjointed Forestalling sin, She asked with no grin, ¨Kind sir, do you have an appointment?¨ You'll need to make an appointment If you wanna have a shot at love I was having a chat With a sweet bureaucrat Whose curves nature had appointed The moment seemed right When up came the red light And a billboard reading, ¨Make your appointment¨ In the future, you'll need an appointment For love, for kindness, for care Some justice of the peace Will preside your release Or decide on your fate of despair In time we'll be damned To a hostile land Ruled by gods we ourselves anointed Hey, you get what you give So don't ---- where you live -- Or at least not without an appointment.