To Fuckups and Lost Love…

I haven’t had sex in 5 years,
it’s a wonder I’m even here,
but then I remember my promise
to never give it again…

to taste the sunburn
that was her face,
enough to humiliate
without her grace…

she was fine and pretty;
white as can be–
with one stretched out ego,
how I could not see…

and yet her I lay
and pretend to think about her all day;
it was Vicki they told me,
now go out and play…

the fields were wet–
the grass just as muddy,
so I said I quit
and fell into her like putty…

the condom was tight,
her vagina less so–
so I twisted her on her side,
and fell into her hole…

but that was 0-12,
and this isn’t getting better;
so I gave her my last kiss,
and now remain ever bitter…

to fuckups and lost love…

About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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