The Great Undressing

Like capitalism, it works like unrequited love, that wayIt never rests.
 Just like I need the love I'm not getting from you and all the people in the world
 Are between you and I in that way and in the way of love
 You must be disgusted, but I need to keep writing because everything else is death.
 I'm self-sufficient, mad, endlessly producing.
 I don't need money, I just need your love, or your approval, anything.
 Like capitalism, it works like unrequited love, that wayIt never rests.
 Just like I need the love I'm not getting from you and all the people in the world
 Are between you and I in that way and in the way of love
 Any sign is a promise of love, of being exposed.
 A stage ritual undressing taking a place of consumation.
 I'm here writing, working, making myself available for love...
 I just need a sign. Any recognition is a reward
 ...because I love you.