Fappy McHandy

A Poem by Davidgeo

. this one's kinda creepy

in absentia
of real reality
my "mr visceral"
gets all dressed up
for a simulacrum
of internal adventures
brought to me by:
the interwebs.com
then i welcome, sir masturbation
i invite me to take all of my clothes off
there's just enough time
for the pretend
(the lady at the grocery store)
flesh incarnate
(that one girl at the traffic stop)
through the interwebs.com
and a handful of taboo
(the women in the parking lot)
saved up dirty thoughts
(last week)
with my powerful
gripping
rubbing motion
(here comes mr climax)
....what a let down
what an unremarkable ending
(just like next time)
just like next time