As of today, I have found myself enshrouded, enraptured, and in part, unrecievable by sex.

I count myself lucky in a fortitude of manners, but besides this fact.

It creeps, it crawls. It beats, it sprawls, it is, it is, it is.

Upon the breath of which I speak, I do narily say this.

Bless it once to bless you back. Bless it twice, you're through.

Bless it thrice and upon which token, it will spill you through.

It can maim, it can eat, it can blurb and dash and cry.

It can save your better moments, to only watch them die.

I seek to light, I seek to darkness, both of which it claims its' home.

Sex, sex, sex, I need it, I beseech the seedlings that hold my throne.

I hate it. It's driving me mad. I need sex, I need to pay for it immediately. This will be my next venture, if any. I just can't believe I have to pay for this shit. It's horrible. Oh well, I guess. If anyone wants sex, send me a message. I'm going crazy, trying to keep from thinking about it. It's like it's all around me right now. Yuck.

Anyway, this is just an example of my poetry. I'll probably have more later. Peace, ladies and gents. Give me some subjects in the comments section and I'll write about them. I need to write way more.