prevaricated mildly graphic blurb

prevaricated mildly graphic blurb

 

I (for half life of mine,
aa Norwegian bachelor farmer)
crafts gonadal venal zest
while kin sitter ably west
of lake woebegone,
and hope this summary

of me decked in pubic vest

when prick mingles amidst puss

docked comfortably numbly doth rest
ye with insight and also passes

 

the electric kool aid battery erotic test
also coincides with fig newton's laws

that apply to bodies at rest
like this husband (dry humor
leavens poetry topnotch),
who will shortly embark
on inxs rem wet dream penile quest
which comprised – no fallacy -
a wooden pallet,
one mattress & blankets as nest

lest

fills mine sexual appetite
for induction as a frequent furry guest
whereby courtly table
laden with hormonally
full tonic fur real n earnest

feast fit for a leery king,
who proudly thumps his treasure chest

adorned with my thrift store attire best

as all those invited
to imbibe esprit de corps will attest

fearful that white coated
needled workers at some scientific lab
will experiment on my
(three score plus fourteen year) fleshy skiff

in truth parry and thrust
with mirthful and jesting rapier like jab

with only fleet of iambic feet
elusive fantasizes to grab
which body actually trim
and devoid of excess flab

yet upon waking realizes
sober reality considerably more drab
am imperfect male member
pureed into pulp like some lifeless crab
but just in the nick of time
spongebob rescues me like captain ahab

this doofus haint gonna worry

cuz this aint my slightly kinky real story

nor suitable media fodder nor tabloid quarry

anonymously consigned
to penile solitary by the hung jury

pertaining to this fellow quite hoary
but one to waste
your time with faux glory

 

well...

now if caught with pants
around knees and forced at to tell
the actual hand to mouth existence
less appealing to sell

thus seek mademoiselle to quell
this topsy turvy mister can inform life pell

mell

as close as an atheist can live in hell
that he types this blurb
from his former lower merion dell
(not reef fur ring

to the computer manufacturer but this cell)
and spends his days of his life
(as the world turns)
where dark shadows
lurk at this edge of night
off in Bach, the outer limits
of the twilight zone
near distant hour alarm
summoning like a suburban church bell

this self anointed force
without raising cain quite able.

 

from::this dickensian eicosanoid
fashioned riddled fella
fictitiously christened scott matthews

hales from zip code, where mansions
emblematic of rich gentiles and Jews
loom with ornate flues
stenciled with memes
of handy dandy blues clues.