Geography Is Irrelevant To Sexual Ecstasy

I’m going to shoot it off

Be happy

Be a lover

Divide

Duck

Shoot

You make me want to be gay

A homosexual

A gay lover

A happy man

A happy face

You make me want to dance

Sweat

Shake the ground

Bite you

I’m going to dance

Give you a strip-tease

An art show toast

Create

Inspire

Revolt

You make me want to climb

A rockstar

A molded earth

A mountain

Higher

You make me want to smoke

Drink

Do the drugs

And feel my wet feet on concrete

You make me want to stutter

With rolling words

Of wisdom in the category of

Lions

Lust

Leave

Lonesome

Lie

Leap

Like

Learn

You make me

You turn me into an animal

Happy

So Happy

Happy Face

Bouncing around

Like a rainy-day masturbator

Happy

Now I’m cool

Cold

Feeling the cool breeze

No hot summer weather in my crotch

Tonight, I will sleep

Tonight, I will think of you

And Tomorrow

I will create art

© 2000 David Greg Harth

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