These are Vagaries
Oh, why solicit further scorn
You hapless gatherers of porn?
Your stale incitements graze the eye
And make it not know where to lie
Your rhetoric, so limp and wan
Is over soon as it began
The images that you put out
Engorge no teapot, tweak no spout
Be strong, and turn off the machine
and keep your mind, and bedsheets clean.
Contributors: | Roland, Apsley, fester, loaf, Beefy, Donc. |
Poem finished: | 18th July 2002. |