| Re: poems... one that actually had a title...
'not anymore'
my hand is sore
im glad i dont masurbate anymore
for myself i have greater things in store
so much better than lookin at some whore
and better than blood, guts and gore
these things im throwin out the door
no more will feelin good be a chore
like before
when i would wage war...
with myself, sprawled out on the floor
lookin up to the lord
life was a boar...
but not anymore. |