After we’ve contemplated life’s complexity
And given it all the best of our cognition,
And even delved into the depths of our intuition,
And we’re not one step closer
To any kind of understanding
That might justify our being haughty,
It’s time to give it up and just get naughty.
All this deep thinking doesn’t mean much
When I feel your wispy touch
Brush against my nether parts
Sometimes life is best when you don’t think too much.
Words are just a crutch
When we’re communicating heart to heart and part to part.