the Same Old Pond

skin rashes, fever and painful joints
in retrospect I didn’t get the point
don’t get caught in the wake
the silvery sheen is always fake

come over here and stand up straight
what happened there who’s in the lake
before you jump into the same old pond
you better think twice, because it might be a con
dripping wet,
soaked to the skin
in skintight cloth
with safety pins
I can’t get out
don’t fuck around

don’t poke your finger into my chest
I’m not thin-skinned, I just got wrecked
caught in a swirl and couldn’t get out
it didn’t help to yell nor shout

come over here and stand up straight
what happened there who’s in the lake
before you jump into the same old pond
you better think twice, because it might be a con

a cheap jibe from your mouth
on the waterside it floats in from the south
you never know what will wash up
flotsam and jetsam of what we once called love