Pornography
This one does much better in the spoken word I think - listen to the audio
I do so love to watch my porn,
despite the warnings I’ve been warned
of impending blindness and limp right wrists
the end result negates these risks
Because I love the girls who squeak and moan
I love the girls who do it on their own
I love the ones on mobile phones
And I love the ones who are baking scones...
Bending down to the oven in stilletto heels
When a gentle stroking she begins to feel
Gadzooks! By gum! How rude, uncouth!
She’s getting the come-on from a tall, dark youth!
You’d think right now she’d shy away,
Slap his hand or at least say
Errr… Get off me
But no - it seems she’s game,
They’re fuckin off! Frame after frame
Of predictable drivel its so bloody inane
No storyline to speak of, just more of the same
And then some and then some and then once again
Shes looking quite bored like its all rather tame
Guys 1-4 come and and jump in the game
It seems to excite her, their having no names
(I know cos I even watch the credits)
Where did they all come from, why doesn’t she care?
No not both at once boys for surely she’ll tear!
God didn’t design her to take that up there
But I can’t help but stare
For I do so love to watch my porn despite the shame and sore self-scorn
And exploitative pain and suffering caused
And young innocents turned to washed out old whores
But then…
Well….
… I’m a bloke, innit
of impending blindness and limp right wrists
the end result negates these risks
Because I love the girls who squeak and moan
I love the girls who do it on their own
I love the ones on mobile phones
And I love the ones who are baking scones...
Bending down to the oven in stilletto heels
When a gentle stroking she begins to feel
Gadzooks! By gum! How rude, uncouth!
She’s getting the come-on from a tall, dark youth!
You’d think right now she’d shy away,
Slap his hand or at least say
Errr… Get off me
But no - it seems she’s game,
They’re fuckin off! Frame after frame
Of predictable drivel its so bloody inane
No storyline to speak of, just more of the same
And then some and then some and then once again
Shes looking quite bored like its all rather tame
Guys 1-4 come and and jump in the game
It seems to excite her, their having no names
(I know cos I even watch the credits)
Where did they all come from, why doesn’t she care?
No not both at once boys for surely she’ll tear!
God didn’t design her to take that up there
But I can’t help but stare
For I do so love to watch my porn despite the shame and sore self-scorn
And exploitative pain and suffering caused
And young innocents turned to washed out old whores
But then…
Well….
… I’m a bloke, innit
clarissa mckone
Wed 6th Aug 2008 04:48
HI Alex, interesting poem. You really thought alot about this subject. I do understand the draw for men to watch porn.But to be obsessed with it is a problem.At a point in life some time in the future, you may find it was a waste of time and possible money.We all have this animal inside, but the key is to control it and not let it dominate you. There really is so much to life that has nothing to do with sex. I think you understand that. Good write!