Personally I can't stop looking at gay pornography.
I'm looking at porn or the porn is looking at me?
The ego is afraid to answer: I'm afraid to say.
The sphincter is the ugliest part of the body
for many it's the feet the nostrils, armpits.
The sphincter is the ugliest part of the body.
It's like the tight chocolate smeared mouth of a child.
I've seen it on display, a mouth opening, as if to utter a word.
It appears again and again in the most cheap horrid sites
littered with ramshackle Russian porn, hosted by a man
known only as Yakov, though no one knows who he is or where.
Everyone viddys real horror show waters their hose cuts their cake.
Pornography streaks throughout the land and mind.
In secret people sing the word - debauchery.
In secret all the middle aged men/women are guilty
of a voyeur's lechery eyeing the school girls/boys sitting
in traffic jams, in the shopping queue, in a day dream.
In secret they change tab or window gaze or page
so wife-lover-dominatrix-psychiatrist won't catch
that bright eyed lo-lee-ta on the screen, in the school,
in the street, in the shower, on your mind.
Porn runs its long bony finger up and down the Nation.
Poor unzips the morals of millions of genitals and labia.
It's the last first temptation of the secret armies of midnight.
Pornography is to sex what the microwave is to food:
quick cheap and without nutrition
- au contraire, fast easy and so morish.
(Mess of a piece, much like the content, not sure whether to castrate this, or leave it as it is....)