Someone Just Talking to Themselves, Nothing to See Here

Shut the fuck up
You’re not a man

Sorry that’s just my friend
All I wanted was to talk
And this is what I get

You’re not supposed to fucking feel
And if you do I don’t want to hear it

Guess I forgot that guys don’t have feelings
Machismo bullshit but it’s the game I have to play

You expect to get layed that way
Fucking forever virgin

I forgot that as a man
Who is wearing a cock
My only goal should be
To get my penis wet
And spread my seed

What the fuck are you talking about?
You’re just being crude
Just fucking stop right now
What makes you so fucking special?

I’m not special, we’re all special
I don’t know

You don’t know now, maybe its just weird
Or you’re confused or you’re something something
Mumble mumble stumble
JUST FUCKING SPIT IT OUT

(bear with me, please just trust in that I know what I’m doing, and that this is really going somewhere, or that it will end at some point when I pass out, or just completely drained from jerking off too much or crying or something or nothing or god knows what, or when I just stop fucking giving a shit)

It’s funny how things quickly turn around
All I wanted was to talk to someone
Just to talk, people talk, people listen,
People have those things I think
But I don’t know anymore
What other people have
Or are supposed to have
Or the way things are supposed to be

I don’t fucking care,
All you do is fucking talk and talk and talk and…

Sorry, I even started
Sorry, I even tried…

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I have the uncanny feeling that this one is going to get me into trouble. I also don't know if I should call this a poem. Its ranty, but not. I thought it would be cool to do a back and forth. Maybe I can expand this into a like short play for two people, a back and forth exchange. Or I don't know. But I like it and want to use it for something else. Thats what all these weekly things are intended to be, a visual memory or whatever.