I see myself there in a few years
walking with cane to the corner
then turning around coming back.
Unable to cross street fast enough
in the time it takes
the light to change.
I see myself
talking to the ladies along the way
down on hands and knees
'doggie style'
doing their gardening.
I don’t have sex on my mind anymore.
So I don’t really know
what I’m thinking.
A contest entry
- Show me how good you really are. by EntombedCrystalRose.
300 points, ended April 22, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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A strange write, but good none the less! Thank you for entering.

