Abandoned Frightfulness
Consumed by Lust, whose second course
Forms no sustaining staple of a balanced diet,
I stand, unseasoned by remorse
Since, Heaven only knows, I really ought to try it
But ... no immediate prospects? Cart before the horse?
Lo, there she trots! My stable door
(Though inept Freudian metaphors provoke condign derision)
Was firmly bolted long before
My futile nag, despite her lynx-eyed vision,
Struck blindly out toward a less perturbing shore
Of mindless self ... fulfilment; yes?
While, I now unconstrained by matters bridal
By bourgeois taboos, even less,
(My girth, though, makes me prey to urgings tidal)
My God, my hair's a ****ing mess!
Just watch me now! No gigolo
Even without my estimable sense of timing
Could outstrip me, the bartered beau
In iridescent turquoise leather trousers,
And putrid thermal timing
Contributors: | Roland, E Greejius, TG, DeeJay Dave, The Agent Apsley. |
Poem finished: | 25th January 2000. |