Daddy needs some satisfaction,
    And you may have your concerns.
    Immorality, herpes, or worse pregnacy,
    "May I eat shit and die."

    With someone I can open in free-thought,
    True feeling, and passion.
    To be free to express my desires, dreams,
    and feeling without fear of resentment.

    Here sits your fellow man, divorsed of coarse,
    Sometimes I won't speak, I just wants to think.
    You can look into my eyes,
    I might even crack a smile.

    I don't want to give up,
    And I'm tired of growing up.
    To keep this world from taking me down,
    This dying man needs some satisfaction.

                                                        -Lyle-

                                                       1/19/97