To start off, I wish to apologize Your words were not read by me I wanted to want to read them But I lost to my rashness
I wanted the thrill of writing one myself --- Reading this, would you agree That it is poetry at all? I know little about poetry Having read little to none of it
But I won't let that stop me No, I won't I'm not embarrassed, and I'm not shy I am volition --- For long I sat passive Leeching off of my bright screen Sucking, sucking As people around me cried Sucking, sucking As my body begged Sucking, sucking
Sucking, and spitting Sucking, and spitting Until there is no more --- But my Self, Terrified of being buried Under this avalanche of titillation Breaks this habit To say that after all that has happened It remains, Safe from harm But I'm worried...