I, chartreuse and alone sit
in this sour unholy pit
glued to an ash sprinkled keyboard
pissed off and righteously bored
chain sucking cigarettes
xanex, tea and chocolates
piles of books stacked askew
dusty screen says "Screw you."
scratchy eyed and dishevelled
burnt out and bedevilled
life has become stagnant
a trifling detail irrelevant
oldies plugged into my ear
carpel tunnel of the rear
home is a cluttered nest
these days the worst is my best
bilious hours wasted here
rancid bell-jar atmosphere
two men shit stain my brain
one familiar, libido slain
one young, dumb, full of cum
fluid words, endearing bum
assures me I'm his favorite
happy hard-core holy horseshit
one too busy to romancify
thankyouma'amgoodby
three ring circus energy
why am I finger fucking me?
one leaves a kiss and fond squeeze
then starts to snore, ye gods please!
women are best when left
bereft of erotic theft
by those erratic scoundrels
who use their pricks for morals
sex-pert here, so sage advice is
girls, use mechanical devices
Silver trophy winner
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