Life goes on as I stand still.
I've lost my mind; I've lost my will .
There is no life that is worth this.
Hold that thought; I have to piss.
Be right back, so don't wait long.
Just two shakes like Cheech and Chong.
That is right, I named the boys.
I have my hand; you have your toys.
What's the point of my whole rant?
Show your breasts and watch me pant.
Watch my eyes bulge out of my head.
I'll give you instructions instead.
Pet my head and then my shaft.
I've gotten good at my craft.
Just like witches, this poem binds.
Too much self love surely blinds.