I feel emotionless <br />on the reclining shag chair <br />masturbation bringing no <br />relief to this lack of <br />sense. <br />listening to the music <br />feeling the bass <br />reverberate through my <br />lower spine out my hands and <br />toes <br />like the goat whose fur I rest my <br />naked back on, <br />I am dead <br />I decide to try for blue balls <br />just so I can feel something.<br /><br />Jon Edward Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-balls/
