No I'm not lonely I'm only horny

I err by driven desire yea it's true


Can you please keep your grubby

off my red hot, flaming personal?


You shouldn't have asked me that

you're naught what my boners do!

Oh, send me a poem, dear hearts my love

please email here upon blues skies azure 


For your poem's alive, and lives in a well

'pon an ocean of emotional feelings I felt

Although I do grandly admire 

all of this singles shrewdness

of great egos protecting itself

I don't wanna be no cruel one

or multi-celled bio-organism!

Cooking for my family, a house with only one

me all by myself, feeding hungry, prodigy son


I chef with equal caring, I'd give to every soul

but come time for seconds, I'm the only bowl!

In each matter of my synopses

at the center of every synapses

my transmissions are attached

via receptionists 'pon this desk


In living bullseye of all my axis

at the heart of important axons

all nerve signals are connected

to quite specific recipients cells


In black-n-white of my magical

at the cores of miraculous greys

a bio-electrochemical computer

'tis where my poem living stays

The dirt road's bumpy, muddy with the rain

an asphalt potted, overflows as does a drain

A street's blocked, cements a crumbly crack

driver on a dead end, not pass or going back

Yet there's a route and a way, a safe lane out

just follow this highway, the trail starts now

An instinct wants me near you

my intuition explains the need

two huge I think of you posters

framed in forget-me-not seeds!

Yeah, it'll be a heart attack

just like twin brother said,

jokes about balloon hearts

done funny when I'm dead

In the captain's chair of a rocket ship

scrunched down with a g force punch

teeth clenched on old insult's injuries 

as Doc Torrance tics slobber my lunch

I don't feel hungry, I'm not horny

this simply cannot be a good sign

but thank goodness I woke thirsty

means old Grampy has more time


I'm in morning, with Hare Krishna

although no longer inside such sex

is this normal or somethin' malady

please check kidneys in retro specs

I can feel she's pushing me

poking me, threatening me

I sense humorous scything

in her scathing seriousness

I've a very powerful feeling

engaging me to stay beside 

both of your everyday lives,

nearer dear hearts of family

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