. . . desolate
keyword
if a word triggered something in him
he ran with it
just
to see where the hell it was going
words
did that to him
they were like skirts
cleavages a fast bright smile teeth
big clear eyes
confidence
creativity
brains
shake the box
dump it out onto the floor
and if among all those delectable
assets
there are no brains
no way
theres no way around no brains
sex can be great
everyone he knew man or woman
would agree with him
sex is great
hed be a dick not to concede that
but he knew dicks who went with
pros because sex was the only thing
the
only thing
that
mattered to them
perhaps
Insecurities
Yah think Perhaps up to their freakin eyeballs
Why
Who knows
They didnt
And they werent gonna waste their
time to figure it out
“Times money!”
and the pros earned their money
Insecurities
up
to their freakin eyeballs
-- Really
Why not grease yourself up and masturbate
Safe sex
Your imagination has no bounds
No taboos
-- I dont do that
-- Because
-- Because asshole real men dont jack off
-- Im a real man I do
But what I dont do is spend money on pros
You dig theres
another real person at the other end of your transaction Right
They got as
much a life as you do
But OH they aint coming to you
to get their rocks off Are they
You dont get their
rocks off
Unlike you
-- Nobody makes her fuck
-- You know that
You know that nobody makes her fuck
Christ
Look in a mirror
Somebodys
gotta be making her fuck
Because
shes fuckin you
Really
You
gotta face only a mother can love
Which brings us right back to
jacking off
No taboos
. . . desolate
2112, Friday,
15 8. 14
