01-16-2011, 09:59 AM
I’m long without sex and long without love.
Like most of my kind I keep morale up
With lotions and creams contained in a fist
Bedroom porno, and impeccable grip.
I don’t shoot for stars- I shoot at them though.
Unwillingly, yet, the force of the flow
Downs the desire that dwells in deep space
Then lands with a splat upon my own face
The only sad part: the money that’s spent
On tissues, perhaps, I could circumvent,
But women, oh dear, more trouble than worth
Would drive me to drink (and double in girth)
So say what you will, that life is best spent
Tied to your bed by a treacherous wench
Whom surely will soon be far beyond help
By then, you’ll be back to fucking yourself
Like most of my kind I keep morale up
With lotions and creams contained in a fist
Bedroom porno, and impeccable grip.
I don’t shoot for stars- I shoot at them though.
Unwillingly, yet, the force of the flow
Downs the desire that dwells in deep space
Then lands with a splat upon my own face
The only sad part: the money that’s spent
On tissues, perhaps, I could circumvent,
But women, oh dear, more trouble than worth
Would drive me to drink (and double in girth)
So say what you will, that life is best spent
Tied to your bed by a treacherous wench
Whom surely will soon be far beyond help
By then, you’ll be back to fucking yourself