“Gather ye rosebuds while ye may”
And while that may be compelling to some
I would rather wait several years worth of days
Than go to bed with just anyone

Because my convictions transcend my flesh
As my unknown beloved now treads
So I can bear prolonged loneliness
While I lie in my twin sized bed

*** is much deeper than skin grazing skin
It’s the beauty of souls intertwined
Mr. Herrick, your message, received by most men
Makes broken people, hollow and blind

At risk of dying with innocence in tact
I will reject your assertion that virgins must act

I am - by far - the most blemished of my brothers.

My reflection reminds me regularly

Though, I know, he lies.

I have heard your reflected half

Taunts the same tales as mine.

So someone is blowing smoke.

The Truth trumpets:

Men are mutually mangled -

But not worn worse

Only damaged differently

The greatest thing about the Internet
Is that we’re all writing our own obituaries
So selfie posters, pose on
Blog enthusiasts, report and indulge
Instafoodie, snap before consumption
Because these are the things that will mark our lives
After we decay
Media has longevity
Circuits survive

I don’t need wayfarers to make me look cool
And you don’t need less of you to make a man drool
We’ve been lied to
By advertisements and executives
Best friends and the Internet
Eat well, be fit
Buy this, get rich
It’s hard enough to see the light
Why buy shades in the middle of the night?