sick on the brink of a new lurk for kicks a true new low for the old pone to fix mood hyped teen night over at the roller rink rehearsing slow lewd winks nude at the men s room sink ya ll evil pink small lesser surly and lurid open girlies for leisure never not where the youth is son the putrid things i ve done for purely my pleasure it s horrid surely at 30 plus it must seem untoward dirty stories untold mass nasty sex in the dorms don t ask me when i was born less known is best come morn yes you d never guess but in this form i m a mess and with this heavy chest i can t rest what s your name so i put the porn in a poem to confess and atone i address the past and ask why i m alone in a torn tone i preach peace and poor from the pulpit but at home jack kennedy sheaths and shag carpet purchased parkas from marshalls at ridiculous markups out at farmer s markets and high thread count garments and on foursquare this morning like an old yoga yuppie i checked in at krogers in a gold pullover toga like fuck it what s your name i use the first person cause it sounds more urgent but the truth is i probably knew myself less than you did i m so lonesome that i d let you take me out if you looked like my ex girlfriend or zooey deschanel but heed this honey even if i beg for relations you should try to only keep me as a distant acquaintance yeah but i m too persistent for that to work and what s worse is when you finally fall asleep i m gonna go through your purse what s your name 