I paid a woman for sex She wasn’t the first and wasn’t the last A tiny thing, short, thin 100 pounds soaking wet We started our fun; it was going well I thought I was some master sex machine fiend We moved through a few positions Then she started sneezing With each sneeze she pushed me out of her It felt a little funny at the time Nothing says get the hell away from me Like a sneeze when you’re fucking
If you haven’t heard by now, I’m giving away a free signed paperback copy of my collection of poetry “Men Are Garbage” in celebration of National Poetry Month. You only have to sign up for my newsletter to be entered into the giveaway. Sign Up Here! The winner will be chosen and notified on April 15. No purchase necessary. You must reside in the United States. James Pack examines masculinity and anxiety in “Men Are Garbage,” a book of poetry in which he reflects on childhood trauma and his time as a nightclub bouncer.
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