Allen Ginsberg - This Form of Life Needs Sex lyrics

I will have to accept women if I want to continue the race, kiss breasts, accept strange hairy lips behind bu*tocks Look in questioning womanly eyes answer soft cheeks, bury my loins in the hang of pearplum fat tissue I had abhorred before I give godspasm Babe leap forward thru d**h -- Between me and oblivion an unknown woman stands; Not the Muse but living meat-phantom, a mystery scary as my fanged god sinking its foot in its gullet & vomiting its own image out of its a** -- This woman Futurity I am pledge to born not to die, but my issue my own co*kbrain replica Me-Hood again -- For fear of the Blot? Face of d**h, my Female, as I'm sainted to my very bone, I'm fated to find me a maiden for ignorant f**ery -- flapping my belly & smeared with Saliva shamed face flesh & wet, -- have long droopy conversations in Cosmical Duty boudoirs, maybe bored? Or excited New Prospect, discuss her, Futurity, my Wife My Mother, d**h, My only hope, my very Resurrection Woman herself, why have I feared to be joined true embraced beneath the Panties of Forever in with the one hole that repelled me 1937 on? -- Pulled down my pants on the porch showing my behind to cars pa**ing in the rain -- & She be interested, this contact with Silly new Male that's s**ed my loveman's co*k in Adoration & sheer beggary romance-awe gulp-choke Hope of Life come and buggered myself innumerably boy-yangs gloamed inward so my solar plexus feel godhead in me like an open door -- Now that's changed my decades body old tho' admiring male thighs at my brow, hard love pulsing thru my ears, stern bu*tocks upraised for my masterful Rape that were meant for a private sh** if the Army were All -- But no more answer to life than the muscular statue I felt up its marbles envying Beauty's immortality in the museum of Yore -- You can f** a statue but you can't have children You can joy man to man but the Sperm comes back in a trickle at dawn in a toilet on the 45th Floor -- & Can't make continuous mystery out of that finished performance & ghastly thrill that ends as began, stupid reptile squeak denied life by Fairy Creator become Imaginary because he decided not to incarnate opposite -- Old Spook who didn't want to be a baby & die, didn't want to sh** and scream exposed to bombardment on a Chinese RR track and grow up to pa** his spasm on the other half of the Universe -- Like a h*mos**ual capitalist afraid of the ma**es -- and that's my situation, Folks --