my ***** secret outed,
the forehead clapped,
the cheeks, both slapped,
you, dear customer,
are the,
my target market,
(i.e. can read, can feel, can laugh, cry,
and love me a little)
this was, is and always be,
my aberrant need,
poetry just a de-be-vised de-vice,
a useful tool
for,
seducing myself to a big smiley face,
on my face…
my drug of choice…<nml>
mmmm…
strange, can’t seem to find an emoji
that fits this ditty