I can masturbate any where
in the car, under the stairs,
in an exam, when my fancy is in sight,
in a park, in the dead of the night,
in the lounge when there are people around,
riding a unicycle, playing the clown.
In fact, I’m rubbing one out now.
I can masturbate any where
in the car, under the stairs,
in an exam, when my fancy is in sight,
in a park, in the dead of the night,
in the lounge when there are people around,
riding a unicycle, playing the clown.
In fact, I’m rubbing one out now.
Just lately, I seem to aspire
to a glass half empty,
that would be grand,
to get that much in life,
I think.
Getting things done is a chore,
even those for my own good,
even the simplest tasks,
I’m already bored.
I do have friends,
but I don’t contact them,
that just seems like a chore too,
how do people feign that much interest?
I just seem to want to drift
stare into space
sit with my dog,
feel time pass by.
When there is nothing to do,
I like that the best,
that is the easiest.
No stress. 🙂