Smut – A Blooming Scribe

*Best read sideways on mobile devices*

Sometimes my mind gets swarmed with smut
Stupid infantile behavior gets caught in a rut.
But I don’t know how to proceed
because all I want to do is spread my seed, and be a dad.
But the addictive deeds are bad, and only add
to the meaningless and missed opportunities.
Though the encounters dot my landscape
one I hate, and can’t seem to escape
even when I create the optimal state
to design my own fate.
Yet I fall to me knees
and beg “God, please!”
It’s not a prayer but a plea
to free me from the slippery slope
I wish could be undone.
What seemed like such fun
can be a drain on my brain
that only keeps me as sane
As a cactus caught perpetually in the rain.