The Cold End of the Spoon, or The Rhyme of the Ancient Prude Date: Friday, 7th October 2005 @ 08:44:57 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: spike Single white male, Western pride, Libidinal energy locked inside ‘When urges arise, count to 10’ Oops, did I say “sex” again? Mom and Dad set the tone, Never touch yourself when left alone “Don’t spill your seed on dusty plain” Damn, did I say “fuck” again? All that repression has its price, A slip of the tongue, a harmless vice Freudian gaffes and psychic pain (Golly, I just thought “sex” again) Darkest lust, quiet despairs, No relief for the man downstairs Scarred for life, is this the end? Crap, I just said “pussy” again. This poem is Copyright © spike Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://yumbameta.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://yumbameta.com/route.php?page=premium/MemNewsDetail&story_id=368