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3 poems for my 53rd Birthday

 

3 poems for my 53rd Birthday

 

1.

For 53 years I was considerate

Let a lot of opportunities go

I managed despite my scruples

To have some fun at different times

But in reality I’ve squandered my youth

Now I’m fat & old

A mate reckons I’ve only got 2 years left with a proper libido

So it’s a liquidation sale

“Everything must go!”

It’s pretty funny

I was such an innocent & kind kid

At 53 I don’t give a shit

So lock up your daughters

Lock up your wives

I’m the naughtiest lad

You’ve ever seen.

 

2.

 

It’s nothing personal

I mean I like you

I really do

But it’s between

My body & yours

I want to get you

Soaking wet

I will scat

With your clit

Till your eyes

Are bulging

Out of your head

It’s nothing

Of great import

My life

Is a mess

I have

No prospects

But I can get you

Soaking wet

From your brain

To Joan Jett

Dizzied

Legs jellied

You won’t

Walk right

For a month

When you’re creaming

I’m a-gonna pump.

 

3.

I’m sorry

I’ll be good

You just have no idea

What it’s been like

8 years a teacher

Demands you’re a Eunuch

Well I’ll tell you

I’ve abstained too much

The job makes you a carer

Have to turn off your junk

It’s no fucking joke

Those were my best years

& now my path is

Geriatrics & queers

Let me fuck

One more beauty

If I have to go to Hell

I trust its Heaven

Will be worthwhile

In style.

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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