>Thought

i thought i could write a poem about masturbation

without being wanky or crass

but i couldn’t decide on a rhyming pattern

so take your pick from ass, gas or grass

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i thought i could steal a second here

and in less than a minute i'm there

strange symbols seduce sins sans sight

deficient attention just lessens my care

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i thought i could sing a song about signs

both in and out of my eyes

and a big invisible tick or cross

to filter the bullshit and/or the lies

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i thought i could escape the call of the blandness

i put cheese in my ears an all

but it remained long after the mice had eaten

and in my bones i could feel Rome fall

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i thought i'd given up thinking about things

a mere brain fart could get me caught

and in a value versus cost scenario

loose ends are squandered for nought