January 2011
3 posts
you can no longer sell me your bill of fake goods
for I have ceased to long for that which can be purchased
Sometimes I try to use the force.
I have been faithful to whores.
i have turned out my pockets for the promise of pleasure
and i have fallen for every single dulcinea
professing that her dung heap smelled the sweetest
thinking i could find myself somewhere in her sex
or better yet lose myself in there
i have lusted the witch
been used by the nymph
and with greed in my heart i have made cuckolds of other men