The pleasure of
Laying upon
A smooth crisp white sheet
In a
Cool
Dark
Room

diligent AC hums
I bask in coolness
sharp sunlight

i wish
to write
a poem
but despair
grips me
tight
i squeeze
out
these few words
like rock hard
turds

We men are meant for The Hunt
that Most Ancient and Noble of Endeavors
but that is mostly long gone
and shall not soon return
now we float, lost
secretly hope for a
Final End
to our collective
misery

...I miss the
Wonderful Drama
of
All
Consuming
Unrequited
Passionate
Love
...most days
I don't

I woke up before
wanting to die
And as much as I wondered
I don't know why
But I know I'm in trouble
When I just start rhyming...

Tired
Sleep
Now

Clown cat
Has a big anus
He displays it
Proudly
And cleans it
Assiduously

masturbated
then washed my hair
simply tasks
can contain
properties of
great healing

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