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Tuesday, October 8, 2013

(Poem) A Vulgar Analysis of my relationships

I once met a girl
who only wanted to fuck
and I think to myself
just my luck.
Another girl
with no strings attached
who’d love nothing more
than to be flat on her back.
She can’t be controlled
heart’s an emotional basket
imagine a guy
who actually wants an emotional attachment.
It seems strange
like a blue moon even
a guy
who isn’t a sex crazed heathen.
But if we’re gonna take this route
I’ve already seen it
Might as well strap up
and make it scenic.
Couple sights to see
all of which aren’t new
It’s the same sights in my eyes
What does it mean to you?

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