As someone as pervy as I am,
Never did it come to mind
That sex’s allure
Can be murky, impure
And to some degree, best left behind.
As a depressed individual,
I’d never thought it could be
That I would become
So disgusted and numb
By the wonderful drug; ecstasy.
But furthermore, music, I miss you.
Once you were more than just racket.
So, surf rock, I plea,
Won’t you please unleash me?
I’ll ride on your waves till you hack it.
These, I had thought, were in nature
The typical things we enjoy.
Euphoric, complete,
With a strong rhythmic beat,
And the feeling of girls, or of boys.
Though cravings for these are all vacant.
No *** meds and no poetry.
A sensation drought,
From searing to burnout.
A ghost of a long deceased me.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
As someone as pervy as I am,
Never did it come to mind
That sex’s allure
Can be murky, impure
And to some degree, best left behind.
As a depressed individual,
I’d never thought it could be
That I would become
So disgusted and numb
By the wonderful drug; ecstasy.
But furthermore, music, I miss you.
Once you were more than just racket.
So, surf rock, I plea,
Won’t you please unleash me?
I’ll ride on your waves till you hack it.
These, I had thought, were in nature
The typical things we enjoy.
Euphoric, complete,
With a strong rhythmic beat,
And the feeling of girls, or of boys.
Though cravings for these are all vacant.
No *** meds and no poetry.
A sensation drought,
From searing to burnout.
A ghost of a long deceased me.
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