Oh baby, I need a rest
Doing, dreaming, I so imagine
I so masturbate, cause I so want more
Enough, there aren’t enough, never enough
In this road to unhappiness
I, through wet dream
Wild, angry, mad
I so, need rest
So I ask
For tomorrow from yesterday
I so don't know today
Who am I?
More more and more
So I so I
I write a line with types of scripts
who cares
I'm not there
Have been thought and said
Precisely the same way
So I masturbate
More more and more
Really at, reach there
Yet yet, no no
Past, present or future
I fall out from no where
Not a question of knowing
I do, as it is fear, the knowing
Who am I? Who are you?
I sing or shout
That moment in this moment
Reason
Time is to be sent, spent
Can I return to this memory?
Illusion of present, present
So I, I masturbate
I want to see God
This moment, the balance
The fraction of so I, I so moment
Then, you see, taste, and touch
smelling me
You, increasing as the thing is in motion
Approaching in its passing
I am and you are
So I constantly ask
For
Who am I
Between lines I draw
The unknown
Decota # 2
the misery
please help me
babe
as it was eaten me inside
things i could not dare to cry
masturbation
the object is love, but the subject is sin
the spin of what to be called the hint
from God
God me, God you
oh God
I so need masturbation
it's fucking boring
you people
why don't just stop talking
Beo Nguyen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masturbating-in-the-world-of-academic-training/
