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Gild

It's too soon

To work it

I'll go home

And jerk it



She don't care

I've lost it

I'm afraid

To try it



I did it

What she asked

She don't care

I came last



And I'm loosing my mind

Stabbed from behind

Leakin' out hope

Like someone's twisted joke

I feel myself choke

On my only breath



If I had nerve

I won't wait

I won't ask

With guilt bait



I'm actin' the fool

I'm someone elses' tool

There's nothin' there

I know I'm too scared

I'm givin' up this fight

I guess I'll go alone tonight



But the towel's stuck to my hand…..

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was not originally written in a perverse manner, so read into it what you will, but realize that there is a non-perverse meaning to almost everything. ; ) Kick it, and don't let the bastards get you down. (they got me already)   = ( and when i say "i did it, what she asked," i mean that i dressed up in a cow costume for a costume party, she had asked me to because she loves cows, and then she didn't give a damn... = (

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