Doing It Wrong

You say I’m doing it wrong
I’m about to gavel you with my dong

I don’t need any instruction
You say I’m due for destruction

Fuck off with your prophecies
You’re not quite Socrates

Stop, these attempts are futile
I reject your whole kit & caboodle

You’re not the Lord, you have no domain
I am here and I shall always remain

Just an old poem that made me laugh. Hope You enjoyed it! (yes, that’s me on 2/18/97 according to the date stamp… my senior year!)

I. Unlocking Our Shackles

Unlocking our shackles
Leading us out, presented as a mannequin
This is our coming out – an introduction
Forced grins are as useless as foreskins

Wishing we were polite in this instructional society
They have us strutting around as a debutante
The promise of a honeymoon for lewd servants
But these demons only allow us to unseemly haunt

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