not that it matters anymore anyway.

not that it matters anymore anyway.

A Poem by Boyd Johnson

don't look at her tits.

don't acknowledge her sex.

 

you're above this,

remember?

 

you're a changed man,

remember?

 

don't stare.

don't think about

 

her hair

draped

over

your shoulders.

 

you're above this.

you've moved on,

remember?

 

no more will you wake up

to something

that will amount

to nothing.

 

play the nice guy.

always have the lighter.

 

you're above this,

remember?

© 2008 Boyd Johnson


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i see you saying a mantra, i feel the struggle. i feel the stare. the concentration. but its okay cause everyone responds to tits.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Boyd Johnson
Boyd Johnson

the great and oft forgotten north of nyc. poughkeepsie., NY



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