May be long love,
or short love.
One great love,
for some losing count,
forgetting the total amount.
A wonder,
then again a blunder.

I'm an orgasmic blunder,
dad had
then ran down under.
He never did,
all my life he remained hid.
I'm the victim of a failed affair,
just to clear the air.

Maybe dad enjoyed,
with no vision of the life he destroyed.
He had a hand in creation,
been better if he'd did masterbation.
I feel like a big nut,
with life being the screwing slut.

Here I stand,
living out the sluts every demand.
Just part orgasm,
caught up in this cataclysm,
Hanging on a thread,
part of the walking dead.

G