Writer – Author
pail melancholy monkeys
passing through time
wander aimlessly through nothing
analyzing their minds
they find a reason for being
and think of nothing else
if they find no motivation
some may kill themselves
some may think
if they have no purpose
it’s too scary to live
if life is worthless
the point to this story
is to warn all who may hear
live for the moment
don’t live in fear
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
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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
From the poetry collection Men Are Garbage.
James Pack 