You can feel the beaver in your groin
Understand it cried and then died
It felt nice while it was alive
Now it’s a beat up red hole
Boys will attempt, that’s no surprise
Take one for the team, duck
Their attempt at a drive by
Starry eyed
Your foamy discharge runs down your leg
You live in limbo begging for death
Vivid and sharp. Powerful work.
Thanks Thomas
Powerfully penned, Keith. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thanks Damian.