I laughed till the lungs I had collapse
A vessel of jest from a mouthful farce
I used to play this game alone
A monologue of an erected pole
Machismo image should not be forgotten…
As I say I must procure myself again
Carriage of a sleeping beast
Is the phantasm inside his pinkish sleeve?
Or the hem of the torn trousers besieges his hips?
The actress of the act is found!
Preceded by a traverse in an ocean of lust
Of circumcised dreams that should be erased
From the most decadent side of the temple
Hides the punitive sanction of non-execution
Albeit the consequences does not matter
But its ache will always be remembered.
Traumatic balloons once rested as a guarantor
In the events of disposable hunger and thirst
Of ambivalent actions of excitement in
A fistful thrusting and a passionate grubbing
Aftershock appears after the spurt
Qualms and nausea fill the air
After the balloon’s been prick in excited snare
Alas where is the laughter of the deed?
Is it in the anxious eyes of the innocent kid?
A farce appears as a not to be mistaken scenario
Of a sarcastic laughter from an actor
Being drown to the saliva of that angry director
The beast overwhelms by his instincts
He is not afraid to be beaten—anyway I must laugh again
For crossing lines of being alone, kiss a memory of innocence
Goodbye—rest in peace in the corners of my mind.
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