Old Wood

Old Wood

A Poem by John Alexander McFadyen

Old Wood


That garden bench

is tired of hearing me whine

about my closet homosexuality

 

It has lived

through all my STDs

and inferiority complex driven

late night public restroom gay sex

marathons

 

It has served

as a warm spot

on which to ignore my latent hatred

for my mother

that b***h

 

makes that corner

completely gayer than AIDS

 

Now my dong is weather beaten,

discoloured,

dry and cracked from not using good lotion..

 

It needs fresh sea men

a few moments

of attention from the gay truckers

 

revitalizing oil

at the truck stop

rubbed

into aching,

bruised timbers from gay truckers

slamming my anus

George Michael style

 

© 2017 John Alexander McFadyen


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John Alexander McFadyen
John Alexander McFadyen

Brixworth, England, United Kingdom



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Well, have a long and complicated story and started it as an autobiography on Bebo but got writer's block/memory fogging. People liked it though and kept asking for the next chapter! fools. I have.. more..

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