Oh what a trial is the sinful shaft,
The expulsion and eruption of the yang,
And the terrible yin stay...
It’s Springtime, and I am twitterpated!
when our dreams
have all headed
when the memories we held tight
against our chest
only remain as tattered
I became trapped in a pixilated universe—
a virtual reality, I invested in a world
of people I couldn’t see or touch, but
Sheets stained in cum,
And a sweat covered bum,
Could mean happy times are here,
Or just a lonely fool,
Playing with their tool,
And doing it constantly, all year.
Their perversions run amok,
They need someone to fuck,
But their lust is here to stay,
But with a couple of quirks,
Their left to their solitary works,
And perversion could be quelled with a good lay.