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It began with National      Geographic and those pictures      of nearly naked African women as I lay on the floor      of the hall and from there      it became being ****** by a dog      in the bathroom to twenty second ***      with a girl who said I was impotent      to becoming aware that my *****      was too small to a statutory case      where I didn't      get caught to a time in bed      with a girl who said      "How much longer      is this going to go" to a grandmother      who put me to work and the **********      was just like that      some of the time to a one-night stand      with an overweight girl which was the best time to me thinking      "I haven't done too well      with the ladies,      maybe I should try      the men" and then doing so      and deciding I didn't      like it to a few unforgettable      moments which were      forgettable to an illicit affair      with a married woman      in motel rooms to a woman who picked me up      and said, "Let's be friends"      and as she was going      up the stairs      she said, "OK, let's get      this over with"      and I ran outside      to get out of there then to twenty-one years      of celibacy when I realized      that my best ***      was with myself and so I married him.      THE END
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Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 5:51 AM UTC
My Wonderful *** Life
It began with National      Geographic and those pictures      of nearly naked African women as I lay on the floor      of the hall and from there      it became being ****** by a dog      in the bathroom to twenty second ***      with a girl who said I was impotent      to becoming aware that my *****      was too small to a statutory case      where I didn't      get caught to a time in bed      with a girl who said      "How much longer      is this going to go" to a grandmother      who put me to work and the **********      was just like that      some of the time to a one-night stand      with an overweight girl which was the best time to me thinking      "I haven't done too well      with the ladies,      maybe I should try      the men" and then doing so      and deciding I didn't      like it to a few unforgettable      moments which were      forgettable to an illicit affair      with a married woman      in motel rooms to a woman who picked me up      and said, "Let's be friends"      and as she was going      up the stairs      she said, "OK, let's get      this over with"      and I ran outside      to get out of there then to twenty-one years      of celibacy when I realized      that my best ***      was with myself and so I married him.      THE END
kongsaeng-chris-everson
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Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 5:51 AM UTC
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