IT'S THE LIBIDO, STUPID

When you're in financial distress, your house in a mess

your relationship under duress, you'll confess I guess

that the sharemarket isn't the only thing to go ... down

Psychologists and counsellors say, in a caring sort of a way

although your foundations blown away and you don't care to lay

with the person with whom you stay and play

that libidinous surge, that emotional urge to merge

needing the pure drug-like effects of lust that scourge ...

your body can sometimes grate on you like a  dirge

So you use the 'Not tonight, Josephine' line

and it's not that you've had too much wine

you roll off or away and you present your back , that rigid spine

treading a fine line, knowing things aren't fine

aware that you just can't 'up the ante' ..... too far behind

It's not your dick, you dill, it's in your head

you dread being with her in bed

but your tadger's withered and she's bewildered and bothered

what should be her passionate moans are just groans

and she sighs and rubs her thighs

knowing another night's just full of lows instead of highs

your anxiety builds for your corpora cavernosa isn't filled

your brain's disconnected.. under the circumstances only to be expected

leaving her ejected, rejected and dejected

It's well to remember (in the Chrissy month of December)

that everything goes up and comes down

so play the clown, don't despair or frown

your defective libido's not permanent

it will soon be your firmament

for in the New Year, never fear, it will be like that spear

that flies straight and true, soon you'll apply the screw

in a rampant rising sharemarket ... and your lover who's true-blue