I’m not “bored” with you.
I’m not even bored by you.
But are you bold or blindly coy?
I sit here wallowing in the wanton poetry of the dreary,
Waking in wet dreams that leave me hollow and wanting
To lick a loving pussy.
Just come back to me, play with me
and join me in a mediocrity that shatters the sunset,
Or let me slap you around and bit your lips.
But, know that I never mean anything I say twice,
And I will die a horrible death
at my own hand.
Come share the sty with me and my…
Oh baby me, oh me oh my.