Shortshorts
When I am sober
I just can't get over
The combination to the padlock on the gate of my mouth
Foolish fingers fumble around and the words just can't get out
That's OK
They were most certainly rotten anyway
Or something flippant that should just be forgotten
Wait, what did I say?
When I am human
My programming's assuming
My perceptions stamp a truth beyond doubt
Mine are Signed, Sealed, Delivered by a man in shortshorts who is shamelessly loud
And proud. He'd look the same if he were turned inside out
It's such a shame I'm so hung up on doubt
Or my insides could be out too
You were acting
So unnaturally
Like you wanted me
But did you actually?
Sprayed with Bactine
My open heart stings
Tendons and pulleys
Pulling my heart strings
Remember that time that
You carried me on your back
And we passed as a single-souled mass
Until your body collapsed
So soak me in it
Your blood n gut stream
I woke the minute
The gush of cum streamed
I'm a little
Bit uncomfy
Bout admitting
This part of me
Disassociate
With this invertebrate
I'm becoming
A biped running
I just can't get over
The combination to the padlock on the gate of my mouth
Foolish fingers fumble around and the words just can't get out
That's OK
They were most certainly rotten anyway
Or something flippant that should just be forgotten
Wait, what did I say?
When I am human
My programming's assuming
My perceptions stamp a truth beyond doubt
Mine are Signed, Sealed, Delivered by a man in shortshorts who is shamelessly loud
And proud. He'd look the same if he were turned inside out
It's such a shame I'm so hung up on doubt
Or my insides could be out too
You were acting
So unnaturally
Like you wanted me
But did you actually?
Sprayed with Bactine
My open heart stings
Tendons and pulleys
Pulling my heart strings
Remember that time that
You carried me on your back
And we passed as a single-souled mass
Until your body collapsed
So soak me in it
Your blood n gut stream
I woke the minute
The gush of cum streamed
I'm a little
Bit uncomfy
Bout admitting
This part of me
Disassociate
With this invertebrate
I'm becoming
A biped running
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Writer(s): James Jackson
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