Exhaustion of the Masculine

Never been married

But I been down on my knees

It takes a man to say please

The exhaustion of the masculine

Is a trip like mescaline

The basis of any true faith

Is surrender

'Will you worry me'

It is terrifying

To share your territory

To let a woman in your mind

What on earth might she find

Or reveal

Or steal

Never to return

Something intrinsic burn

But then what might you learn

What kingdom might you earn

Or win

Where we end we begin

Povey 2013