Morbid Poems 4 Morbid People

I Just Want Out

According to what we’re now told,

It’s not the man who’s brave and bold

Who most appeals to ladies fair,

With clear blue eyes and flaxen hair.

It’s not the man who stands up tall,

And firms his back against the wall.

Nor is it youth with morals true,

Who knows just what a man should do.

Caressing fingers bring delight,

Love and romance in soft moonlight.

Kissing her gently on the lips,

And taking love in gentle sips;

Whispering softly in her ear,

The words of love she's yearned to hear.

To move her to heightened passion,

Is such today so out of fashion?

Sees not the beauty of her eyes,

Youth keeps braggin’ solely ‘bout size.

No thoughts of Holy Sacrament,

It just concerns the measurement.

Not one notice how fair her skin,

It’s how far they can push within.

For youth today it’s hard core sex,

Learning to love is too complex.

Now honeymoons at Niagara,

Aren’t complete without Viagra.

For a weekend, there’s sound advice,

Forty tablets might just suffice.

To please the maid they wear her out,

That’s now what love is all about.

You take a pill to keep it hard,

So you can pole vault ‘round the yard.

You need a solid core to do,

What nature used to help you to.

It’s all about the thing that hangs

Like an old snake with missing fangs.

Viagra, it may be just the pill

To keep you live instead of still,

To reach that height, an orgasm

And perhaps . . . one extra spasm.

Yes, now just gulp down one blue pill,

And thrust and thrust to get that thrill.

If that’s what life’s all about,

At this point, Lord, I just want out.