On the first day of the week I dated Nat She recited Sylvia Plath and said I'm hot as hell I told her fucking is a form of art, At which I truly do excel But though I let her feel me up All I gave her was a kiss On the second day of the week I dated Kay Who thought I'd be Rimbaud to his Verlaine I told him a season in Hell might still be ok If it was filled with hung and horny men But though I let him feel me up All I gav...