Critic in the backroom, a poem.

‘I did it!, I did it! I’ve gone celibate!’ (Ah, that’s what you say to all the guys and gals! then next Tuesday it’s off to the orgies again!) ‘Do you dought me?’ I’m free of being sexually attached, free to explore….anything…. (But liar, you’re not gonna miss phalluses and vaginas?’ The pleasure? The worship?Continue reading “Critic in the backroom, a poem.”