Don’t need a balm for my sores
Don’t need the answer to all my woes
Don’t need a love that will never lack
Just a hand
to scrub my back

Not for me, a beauty with brains
Not for me, passion untamed
Not for me, drench my darkness with light
Only a soul
to check bolts and switches at night

Spare me the wise with all the advice
Spare me the pure with all the fear
Spare me the rich with the never-ending itch
Instead, a schism
a submissive Lilith