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Fresh mango
Can't say I've ever had
A father figure to look up to
Which means I've never learned
How to at least be decent
I'm not vomit but I smell like wet garbage
Under the arch of an elliptical i lay
Lady lay, looking up skirts and at the curves
While I ferociously stroke my ego
While I beat my id to death with a condescending tone
"Bad dog! No!" for example
The young adult in me is almost ready
He's heartbroken and almost dead
Embarassingly
Intriguing, a peek into the poet as personae. ~S~