Excuses

im not low drama im

no drama

no comma

period

to some this seems dramatic

it is over so quick

must be hard

to stick

to the strict

regiment

question

mark

what about dick

isnt he sick of it

exclamation

point

sometimes we forget

the consequences

we let him slip

we take a dip

or trade a lick

semi

cool

one time

will be fine

in my mind

passion is blind

but my eyes are

wide

and my thoughts

sprinting and fleeing at

full stride even

before the

slow motion

synchronistic

cinematic climax

is

drawn out and

done

subtly super self

conscious

but

suspiciously subverted

subconsciously

my amigo

all swoll and

perverted

holding the molten

and pulling

for life

as love

lust

my guy’s accustomed

to solitude

and interruptions

with powerful eruptions

and famine

in drought entrenched

interludes

famine and feast

too much drama for the little dude

not to be rude

just truth

as my man

starts to

scratch

I make a

dash