the sweetest tongue

Small reprieve due to poetic inspiration

Tuesday, October 19th, 2004 | Poetry

Such a slow day.

The abstinence from drugs makes it so.

What drugs, you ask? Sex, poppers, and carrot sticks.

The gloryhole is the altar of cock-worship,

Where you worship the endless cocks,

Feeding the male ego and his lust.

What is needed,

Not more cock!

You don’t want to have too much cock to handle, piggy.

You learned about portion control in kindergarten.

1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10…

I struggle to count the number of sexual partners I’ve had,

I don’t know if I should include my washroom indiscretions.

Pick & choose, pick & choose. It’s all about statistics.

Best of all, only I know the true number, if I remember it.

Forget purity, America.

God gave us life, genitals, and an insatiable lust that you and I can only wink about.

wink, wink.

Sex, poppers, and carrot sticks.

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