pretend away the dissatisfaction
of living in a bubble bath
but acting as a victim of poseidon's wrath
in an artistic approach to getting laid on a tuesday

will i sleep with a dozen girls or one
before this month, year, century is over
and will i be a man that needs her
or simply settle to summon one such dull verdict

my winking eye is symptomatic of an addict
with pants eternally too small for misconceptions
i'm pissing words and thankfully noone is watching my actions
because weakness is the theme of my bathroom library this month