Watching Porn-1(REVISED)A Poem by Chandler bingExperiences of boy who is in his early teen and is surrounded by religious fanatics with "watching porn" Watching Porn Last night I did something brash, and this time I couldn't give it a pass, My libido was slovenly flowing through, I knew this moment of manic would be rued, I cursed my conscience called it an imbecile pervert, but that incongruous tension wouldn't just divert, My fingers trembled as I made the move, And my eyes rolled around whilst I wouldn't be screwed. Now I had entered the lair of seductresses, For I was Incognito so I left no traces, Making a choice now seemed so absurd, Everything is ominous I murmured. That unsavory stuff did lend me, Some sparse moments of serenity, But the ruefulness had already started, Now it would be hard to carve it. This would be a little secret to myself I thought, Hoping it won't turn into an addiction I sobbed, Watching porn is no big deal I grumbled, Everyone does it then why should I be troubled? © 2014 Chandler bingAuthor's Note
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