he stood there waiting for the girl he'd never seen
waiting for the world, his world
to walk around the corner
and light him up his obscene
his obscene
prose and poetry
his illiterate mind
of a moderation gone berserk
will they find out
i suppose it wont hurt
evils of a mind
collected and almost enshrined
almost but not quite
in the darkness of this cold weblog
its running down my legs now
an obscene confessional
to gape at and almost enjoy
almost but not quite
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