Viagra

There's a handhold, paper cup, and dirty water
That leads you on your way to the boon
It's the room around the things you do
Makes if you drink it up to you

There's a leftover piece of folklore at the bottom
That informs all the teachers in the room
Handed down to kids in their tweens
As the only proper version to consume

Viagra makes its way into the water
It ends up as a fluid in the womb
It's the only explanation for what biology
Says we're wired for from birth to the tomb

And who in his right mind
Imagines himself wise
And who has perfect hindsight
While he's making bedroom eyes

In the end we want to laugh
But we've been beaten
And only distance grows fonder with time
But the video proof
Of the time you were a willing victim
Makes it hard to toe the line

And who in his right mind
Imagines himself wise
And who has perfect hindsight
While he's making bedroom eyes
While he's making bedroom eyes