Raw

This has made me raw
Inbred and red, self-deceiving
Auto erotic shock value
Holding true, holding still as its
Stabbed with Passion
One thousand
One year
And four degrees later,
Better late than never
Shrunken libido is susceptible to
New manias, I’m a new man
Room and board and privacy acts
Laws written across a vast expanse of
Something eaten up, at my expense
Feel this beat fucker,
Written as a heart beats in vain
Sorrowful sap has seen better days
An ego grows and takes shape
Eat away, chip away a stone that
Just won’t bust
Fucklust
Robust exhaustion of every faculty
My suave facade ain’t what it used to be
Used up and squeezed barren like a tube
Of lube, or better yet itch cream
I was your rash, but you blame it
On the cats
The chair
But those months gone by have only
Fused me like crazy
It’s your ghost limb baby
Your mad love is coming
Raw, pure and redundant because
All I can do is
Shout this out in case
You didn’t hear me, the other
Ten thousand times.