Porn is Bad Religion I loved you enough to get us into Fort Knox or the tombs of the pharoahs carrying the ark of the convenant in quiet ways that go unnoticed deep enough to carry all the gold secret enough that only you would know trusting you all the ways I could Loving you was holy Loving you was good I loved you enough to get us into Fort Knox not enough to get us out so we are here with those books with the pictures that you like no hotline to those women with their skin so white women who do not sweat, whose thighs are tight Oh how can I get back before it's too late to be what I wanted, to be what I hate I loved you enough to get us into Fort Knox here where counting gold is worship and craven images gild the prison I don't turn heads like she did I don't stand out in a crowd even here in the jail of gold Even here I hear their voices and feel the looks of scorn I'm vanilla womanhood, I am nothing like porn But I loved you enough to get us into Fort Knox with everyday passion and all of that stuff Loving you was holy; it just wasn't enough ~XineAnn