The Game

I refuse to play this game of checkers, life has dealt me in, and I'm stuck with a limp pecker. Sex is dirty change the channel! I measure my fortitude with brush strokes and oil i chase the dragon with a pen tube, inhale the smoke and sail away. We settle on the creek bed, water dances around my testicles. Reassures me of a better day. She can't find a vein to get well agai., dancing in broken promises. I'm stuck in the same rotation. It's so easy for her to go, elastic kisses and an addiction in tow. Relieve the scenes, push the bend, tear to fold.