Your unequaled themes
of gratify & ditch:
you say you look at pictures of me
and masturbate,
but you’re so impersonal about it.
I’ve eaten the date rape drug for dessert tonight.
I am a danger to sharp objects.
You claim to be unlike other men,
but I swear you’ve all graduated
from some academy of Kraft Dinner porn,
beating off in lonely beds,
guitar echoes down the hall.