Celibacy

Celibate, run for your life, for celibancy drives me crazy.
Days turn to weeks, to months, to years,and before you know it, you can't remember the last time you were riden.
The loneliness drives you to reading dull books, so you don't have to think about it. 
You go for a swim, alone in your bath tub, so you don't see anyone, whom might remind  you of your celibacy.
You begin to wonder, what form of sex, the monks really reformed to.
And your mind begins to picture everyone you see naked, you avoid watching tv, so you don't see Bill Clinton on it.  Cause if you do your mind would form the picture involuntarily, and then you would puke up, the clown confetti, you accidently digested, thinking you had grabbed popcorn, then you would spend the next few days, trying to see something else on tv, to get that picture out of your head, and to your dismay they keep showing him on every channel.
Which only keeps the nasty imange of him fresh in your mind.  So you try drowning yourself in the tub, thinking anything would be better than that particular imange.
Evenuatly, you decide to just, grab your purse, throw on something exotic, and maul the first man you see.  But every man you see just reminds you of the nasty imange you conjured up, until finally you can't take it anymore.  And decide to look up dirty things on the internet to finally purge yourself of that imange, but damn it if it wasn't blocked by the popup blocker you had installed on the computer, to help you in your celibacy.
You curse slightly, and wish you could just get that imange gone, when out of no where a naked imange of Barney Five goes across the computer screen, and then you really wish you could make the imange of Bill come back.