**i'd like to preface this with a bit of a disclaimer that the first line was a bit of a joke between me and a friend... plz don't take offense, none was ment. in fact... this whole poem, is a joke.
I stand before you today to say he's gay, and i'm well on my way... not to the same shit, but the oposite, not straight, but without a date, with no desire to procreate...
and not to hate...
on any women, girls, or sluts... Just to bust nuts, against knuckles, and nothing more.
cause sure i'm all for,
zero population growth...
But really, I need an excuse.
Cause while i keep my eyes on the prize between your thighs that makes you sigh oh my oh my...
I need a reason. Some kind of logical treason why i stand heavin', breathin', believin'... that I'm destined to remain celibate. Aw, ta hell with it.
See, i don't buy into that shit, that it's not legit to hit it...
But i also don't like sleepin' around.
BUUuuuttt.... sometimes i like sex for sex... just like sometimes i go to work just to earn checks... not to say i don't love what i do...
Just to come true with my motivations for this revelations, that sometimes i don't have the patients for relationships...
SOMETIMES, i just wanna bust hips against hips... Or lips... Whatever.
whatever's clever...
Whatever's the cure for all the shit you've endured...
couldn't be half as much fun as the hell we could raise, just by spreadin our legs, and passin the days...
So what do you say...
Wanna get laid?
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