To start off, I wish to apologize
Your words were not read by me
I wanted to want to read them
But I lost to my rashness
I wanted the thrill of writing one myself
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Reading this, would you agree
That it is poetry at all?
I know little about poetry
Having read little to none of it
But I won't let that stop me
No, I won't
I'm not embarrassed, and I'm not shy
I am volition
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For long I sat passive
Leeching off of my bright screen
Sucking, sucking
As people around me cried
Sucking, sucking
As my body begged
Sucking, sucking
Sucking, and spitting
Sucking, and spitting
Until there is no more
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But my Self,
Terrified of being buried
Under this avalanche of titillation
Breaks this habit
To say that after all that has happened
It remains,
Safe from harm
But I'm worried...