Pleasure

Pleasure came to me like a kneeling horse
Saying, "Please put your rifle away"
My long face is still itching to race
That price of yours is not mine to pay
Pleasure came to me like a schoolyard firing line
The rubber ball whipped right past my cheek
And if my bloody nose stains my priciest clothes
I'll strip down to the shoes on my feet
I knew pleasure for the night
In the toy cars and flying kites
And I know now that putting up a fight
Can't be pleasurable but one day it might
Pleasure came to me like an American tall tale
A boy planting years of apple trees
And the graces of man are ones we won't understand
Unlike the wires in a tiny machine
Pleasure came to me when I least expected it
In the humdrum of a distant voice
And the blessing and the curse of such beautiful words
Is that loving them comes without a choice
I knew pleasure for the night
In the toy cars and flying kites
And I know now that putting up a fight
Can't be pleasurable but one day it might



Credits
Writer(s): Natan Sabbag
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