Black and White Ping Pong

Between pleasure and pain

Tossed around

By your skin and your soul

Bossed around

Weighed my losses and gains

You I found,

What's a person to do?

Lost and found

I'm a pious profane

Not denied

Both a demon and saint

Only eyed

Once or twice in a day

Then forgone

When forgotten, no tears

Carry on.