Masterbation Art Show
You want the uncommercialized sex
I have it for you
Every night pulling away
Trying to forget
Wanting not to need you
You want what no one would claim as art
How about the image of me
Crying, limp, in hand
Does that suit you
Is it as unglamorous and real
As you would ask
You can see it is derisory
Is my sorry sex life illuminating
Because your “art” is bullshit to me
And call me what you will
Because I do not relate
To the waste of effort
Of trying to persuade you
To get into my bed is
I am far more real
When I am jerking off
Then when you fake your orgasm
And the only sex that even comes close
Are the nights at the bordello
There is no pretense there
No games and no lies
I know what my money will get me
I at least get the satisfaction
Of supporting enterprises
That you probably despise
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