is it true
will it happen to you
do it too much
but it’s so fun to touch
close my eyes
and imagine the sighs
thoughts are so mean
another mess to clean
glasses worn
since the day i was born
i never saw
what masturbation caused
eyes went bad
too much fun to be sad
now i am blind
but i don’t really mind
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
James Pack 