Living and Wishing

LIVING

At work I had a raise in pay
Joy and rapture in this day
We want to get, to play and spend
No, we have to pay, the debt unend

Round and round this living goes
Is there a happy end, do you suppose?
Thought and care to make a budget
Or in exasperation, simply fuck it

In this poem, its very depressing
This outside, is window dressing
We bury it all, hidden, not free
Restrained and private, and sore afraid

We keep our faces to ourselves
Resist all comers, when they delve
Raise the bridge, fill the moat
And thicker still, our overcoat

Reality shows some good restraint
A warning sign fresh, bright in new paint
We must read it and be astute
And live some more atop our butte

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WISHING

Well now I have a rise in my pants
Great stimulation, no more rants
A greedy and selfish, insatiable penis
With crazy lust, no space between us

Go round the bend on tippy toes
But not outside for there it’s froze
You show a morsel and I pounce on it
With exaltation, really fuck it

And in this one, with you I’m messing
With this one here, your breast caressing
We’re deep inside for all to see
A window show, we romp with glee

Take a naughty toy from off the shelf
Sprinkle sexy dust from that fairy elf
Drink your nectar down my throat
Do it again, in yonder boat

Fantasy will maybe, let us faint
Tickle you in that place called taint
I bask and roll in all the goo
Escape the grind and daily zoo