B Man A Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit enters the 7/11He’s in heavenRemembers the unsuccessful flirtsAsked a Father how old his daughters wereThat ended surprisingly wellRight in front of him is an Altoids boxClean spearmint helps freshen up his lifeClean spearmint reminds him of his childhood uncorrupted before he corrupted itPuts it in his pocket, he pays for nothingOutside the 7/11 he remembers the after partyDrinking the groom’s wedding gifts, Patron, wine, whatever he could findEveryone invited him backPeople laughed at his Karaoke rendition of ‘I can’t get no satisfaction’Halfway through the song he ejaculated on the ‘OH’Nobody noticed or everybody noticedDoes Karaoke even matter?Does anything even matter?The Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit thinks to himselfBut not for too longHe has places to goParties to crashTexts to send out connections to forgeWith a planet he is moderately satisfied withWaits for a train on a platform in a well-to-do neighborhood, the sort of place that breeds his kindThe sort of person who has no idea what’s going on and it doesn’t even matterIt is a post-manners worldThe world where people shoplift out of boredom instead of needThe world where people hide in bathrooms to avoid paying farePost-Ejaculate Half-Wit searches for a bathroomAnd when the time is rightAs the conductor comes down the aisleJust like the groom came down the aisleHe hides in the bathroomBecause he owes the world everythingYet is afraid to pay up
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B Man

A Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit enters the 7/11
He’s in heaven
Remembers the unsuccessful flirts
Asked a Father how old his daughters were
That ended surprisingly well
Right in front of him is an Altoids box
Clean spearmint helps freshen up his life
Clean spearmint reminds him of his childhood uncorrupted before he corrupted it
Puts it in his pocket, he pays for nothing
Outside the 7/11 he remembers the after party
Drinking the groom’s wedding gifts, Patron, wine, whatever he could find
Everyone invited him back
People laughed at his Karaoke rendition of ‘I can’t get no satisfaction’
Halfway through the song he ejaculated on the ‘OH’
Nobody noticed or everybody noticed
Does Karaoke even matter?
Does anything even matter?
The Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit thinks to himself
But not for too long
He has places to go
Parties to crash
Texts to send out connections to forge
With a planet he is moderately satisfied with
Waits for a train on a platform in a well-to-do neighborhood, the sort of place that breeds his kind
The sort of person who has no idea what’s going on and it doesn’t even matter
It is a post-manners world
The world where people shoplift out of boredom instead of need
The world where people hide in bathrooms to avoid paying fare
Post-Ejaculate Half-Wit searches for a bathroom
And when the time is right
As the conductor comes down the aisle
Just like the groom came down the aisle
He hides in the bathroom
Because he owes the world everything
Yet is afraid to pay up




beach sloth blogs hard @beach_sloth 

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