Oh baby, I need a rest <br />Doing, dreaming, I so imagine <br />I so masturbate, cause I so want more <br />Enough, there aren’t enough, never enough <br />In this road to unhappiness <br />I, through wet dream <br />Wild, angry, mad <br />I so, need rest <br />So I ask <br />For tomorrow from yesterday <br />I so don't know today <br />Who am I? <br />More more and more <br />So I so I <br />I write a line with types of scripts <br />who cares <br />I'm not there <br />Have been thought and said <br />Precisely the same way <br />So I masturbate <br />More more and more <br />Really at, reach there <br />Yet yet, no no <br />Past, present or future <br />I fall out from no where <br />Not a question of knowing <br />I do, as it is fear, the knowing <br />Who am I? Who are you? <br />I sing or shout <br />That moment in this moment <br />Reason <br />Time is to be sent, spent <br />Can I return to this memory? <br />Illusion of present, present <br />So I, I masturbate <br />I want to see God <br />This moment, the balance <br />The fraction of so I, I so moment <br />Then, you see, taste, and touch <br />smelling me <br />You, increasing as the thing is in motion <br />Approaching in its passing <br />I am and you are <br />So I constantly ask <br />For <br />Who am I <br />Between lines I draw <br />The unknown <br /> <br />Decota # 2 <br /> <br />the misery <br />please help me <br />babe <br />as it was eaten me inside <br />things i could not dare to cry <br />masturbation <br />the object is love, but the subject is sin <br />the spin of what to be called the hint <br />from God <br />God me, God you <br />oh God <br />I so need masturbation <br />it's fucking boring <br />you people <br />why don't just stop talking<br /><br />Beo Nguyen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masturbating-in-the-world-of-academic-training/
