Everything About Me

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Kleptomaniac

I had hardons in my life For some very sweet soft women, Day and night, And night and day overlapping— I had Boogie in my britches That seemed like forever sometimes, Stretching from my itchy eyebrows to the stars in my eyes And right back down to my mindless stares And vivid vacuous ire I shared With nearly total strangers! Now everything else about me has always grossly stunk Of some old cheese I dreamed or Of thwarted themes of what I sire And tumultuous winds and terminated fire Until this time around, at least--but now That Boogle in my soul reached out and knocked me down And left my lying here collapsed, elapsed, Like some old smelly inner tube from that last flat bicycle tire! How do you get this way, this bad? I don't have enough hard lusts to go around, Not even for the girls around here-- I never did, I never will, Although the reasons why I must Vary according to sickness, sadness, Availability, enthusiasm, And lastly my failure of will as time goes by. "I wish you'd get a move on," I say to some, some say to me, And things are left that way, like in a dream, Vague and never clear While everything we'd like to say is left unsaid And all that we once could feel so easy Is hard to even steal a glance of And only comes back to us at all With the firm reminder of one of those old soft songs About the gloss of shoes that tightly fit, Or blues guitars that gently weep or stubborn men who won't.