Description: This poem was written after experimenting with chemical deprivation in June 2006. I ceased in all sexual activites, everything, for as long as I could and wrote this song in the last few days of the deprivation. The last stanza was written the second after I stopped.
Such a diphen chauvenist
When meditation's quite like this
An overture of brevity
For this discordian symphony
A lipped wall vice just for me
Sprouted pert tunnel extacy
Blank alcohol sedation moan
Medicate excrete testosterone
The semen release of chlorophyl
Phallic spinal chords lethargic will
And we penetrate stigmata scars elate
Retreat from her after her serenade
Untrust's leading untrusts fate
I don't trust you that much
Untrust's leaving and dissopate
I don't love you that much
Kings-in-the-Corner masturbation
This cesspool emancipation
Euporic exhale endlessly embraced
As the love slowly drips down her face
Strung wound vibration longing touch
I don't love you that much
Mass implying it figures such
I don't love you that much
Primordial adaption control and see
Arboreal faction as I hit Eeyessee
Three fingered striker a salute from me
Purge my system as we reform the sea
I want to live with and lie to and love with and leave you
Wanna life with inside you below you beneath you
Wanna be with and lie with and love you and see you
Because I frighten you as I just try to enlighten you
Such a diphen chauvenist
I don't always feel like this
I swear
cute... i guess i have a warped sense of humor. but i can almost sympathise because a bunch of my friends tried to see how long the could hold off (total deprivation) by the second week they were all really grumpy. haha i laugh at you.
Submission Name: Ex-Mebbage
