[A bit on the acerbic side, but I had to get it out of me. If you must know, yes it's true . Further details are not available unless you are one of the people out there who might level sexed-up charges, in which case, this bud's for you.]


Sexed-up Charges against
the Worn-down Celibate by Default


Yes, it’s me, the sexless android.
Life’s stripped me bare of an explanation.

In bleak bed: Great Divide, a void,
rift of years, eternal tears, a nation.

Carnal delight has been destroyed.
There is no passion-filled copulation.

Doubt me? Come, take a Polaroid,
thoroughly document situation.


Arrangement I could not avoid
sole cause of your caustic condemnation.

Yet, you condemn me, paranoid,
your minds on supposed fornication.

As if I were an asteroid,
factor of doom in your life’s equation.

Perhaps I should be overjoyed
at your angry looks of consternation.


Should I exult, a female Freud,
if at least you get some excitation?

But I refuse to be devoid
of ire at undue humiliation.

Judgment based on faulty factoid
has tripled test, trial and tribulation.

Cease stern and shame-based Stalinoid
rhetoric. It’s wrongful defamation.