i want to be an ass cocking
alpha male erection towering over
emotional lip service

i’m sick of my bible hands
with moral tissue paper
blowing
asshole snot, I, should learn to just suck it up

my sympathy
will
fall
flat
under her doormat
as her god will piss
on my laundry like his cum
dominating my meek shall inherit the earth poetry
that I fed her
fastening
my zipper as the other guy
penetrates her
with his
muscular
body language

she’ll roughly suck his porno penis
cupping it like a tootsie roll between her teeth
as its conservative
lips
shoot out like a wet roller coaster
while she’s
entering the pants of a Spartan

meanwhile
i’ll be playing solitaire online
while they’re queen of the damning to
heavy metal, scream-o music,
divine
ear
splitting joy to the erotica they produce
under the infancy of their three day passion

he is royalty; she
a goddess with a schoolbag

and
as the sun reincarnates as the moon
my brooding silence is a peach
to human selfishness, they’ll
wipe my ears clean of sin sure because
they expect me
to handle their problems
the way an asshole
wouldn’t

he wraps you
around his coy conversations
you sorta dig; sexist jokes you drink like
morning coffee

but defeated you talk to his body
at midnight for reassurance to find
he’s much simpler to talk to
when he’s being cuddled like this was
the only language where he understood reason

but while you were rhyming with the rythm of
his passionate emotions; he was subject to
biological needs.