The poetry keeps getting dirtier
as my mind retains its youthful lust
I can’t shake the obscenity
from my internal thoughts
It all goes on with sex & sex
and though I’m still desperate
(ain’t getting enough)
I write it down
the fucking and otherwise
It’s lame and predictable
It bores people to tears
but I persist in spite it all
my dirty meanderings continue
as if anyone cares
and the sheer futility
does little to deter me
It controls me
as the writing
takes a turn for the dirtier
the filth can’t stop
until my head gets itself
out of the sewer
and that might yet
be quite some time to come.
I Keep Thinkin
I tell my porn wishes during surgery under anesthesia. Last time, doc said I was singing. Hey! Safe. :D
Porn in the days of Covid-19
Porn in the days of Covid-19 seems appropos. Just remember to keep washing your hands.