This is a poem I wrote after my friend was talking about having to write poems for class. I was showing him how easy it was.


It's been a billion jillion million years,
days rise and fall like a narcoleptic penis.
One time is all it takes, don't let it linger.
Each new minute cuts deep and I am bleeding.
I make slicey slicey on my wristy wristy.

Dark. Pain. Despair. Forgotten. Phone ringing.
Just a telemarketer. Remembering where I was...pain.
One eye falls under a blanket of black. New haircut.
Balls suffering, gender confusion. Which pants?

Alas,
I can't get boners anymore.