Modern Love
he burns the midnight oil
isolated and alone
embracing empty phrases
like a dog with an old bone
the secret of his past-time
he buries every morn
then spends his days pretending
he can live without the porn
see the vacuous smile
the squinty, beady eyes
he's thinking of a private chat
and more intriguing lies
his fingers on the keyboard
at this foreplay he excels
enraptured by her hot pink font
his member quickly swells
straining at his trousers
the beast must be set free
pecking out with one hand
his heated desperate plea
the other hand is stretching for
his trusty vaseline
but his eyes are captivated
by the words upon the screen
lewd descriptives follow
a tired, well-worn plot
this empty self-gratification
is really not so hot
sad, the man who sits there
a self-deluded fool
the lonely King of Play-Pretend
stroking his own tool
from somewhere out in cyber-space
pink messages arrive
inspiring imaginings
that never come alive
with a sticky hand he TTL's
his new-found cyber-lover
a guy named Fred in Omaha
a fact he'll not discover
these abnormal appendages
electronic abomination
making love with a keyboard
is still just masturbation
isolated and alone
embracing empty phrases
like a dog with an old bone
the secret of his past-time
he buries every morn
then spends his days pretending
he can live without the porn
see the vacuous smile
the squinty, beady eyes
he's thinking of a private chat
and more intriguing lies
his fingers on the keyboard
at this foreplay he excels
enraptured by her hot pink font
his member quickly swells
straining at his trousers
the beast must be set free
pecking out with one hand
his heated desperate plea
the other hand is stretching for
his trusty vaseline
but his eyes are captivated
by the words upon the screen
lewd descriptives follow
a tired, well-worn plot
this empty self-gratification
is really not so hot
sad, the man who sits there
a self-deluded fool
the lonely King of Play-Pretend
stroking his own tool
from somewhere out in cyber-space
pink messages arrive
inspiring imaginings
that never come alive
with a sticky hand he TTL's
his new-found cyber-lover
a guy named Fred in Omaha
a fact he'll not discover
these abnormal appendages
electronic abomination
making love with a keyboard
is still just masturbation
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