From one woman
To the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
And the next
On and on and on and on
It goes
As the little hand on the clock moves around in his cage
It’ll get worse
And worse
Soon
Those women
Will suck me up
And I’ll be inside them
And them
inside of me…
And on and on and on
It’ll go
I’ll watch it grow
before my eyes
Will I see it?
Or,
Will I tell myself lies?
(This one was originally about screens and technology, but, I realized that I am as addicted with women, as I am with tech. I only replaced a few words. The original is called 'Next'.)
-C.H.
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