Driving in my pick up truck

having some picking up to do.

We call ourselves Johns

because were to embarrased

to say who we really are.



Some of us are holy when

we choose who we want.



It isnt far fetched from the

laws of our self created God.

Getting the itch in my pants

i drive endlessly through the block

to find my perfect trick,

to scratch my itch.

I want them young and sweet

so i can show them my meat



But first i must give them some sweets.

Behind is where i want to be

because of the captain in me.



Nobody must notice,

nobody must know

im perverted and the world

must not know