Parsons Project -- Procrastination

Instant Messaging

My mouth speaks to one and my fingers to many
Instant information irrigation from one friend to the next
Popup conversation leads to pop revelation
Creation of social nuances by the bucketful
New personas and personal features
Age sex location creation
Purple Blue Taupe and Mauve highlights
On insights I make or don’t
Still need to impress and regress
Back to the days of Jr. High
Why keep in touch though
With geography so far away
More trips than web clips
If I wanted to keep a real friend
But I don’t

But still the boxes come
Little boxes made of ticky tacky
And I answer all
Appalled at my inadequate will
To still make the wrong choice
But it’s so fun to look at everyone
And make a new person in front
That they can talk and chat to
And start anew just like me




Social Networks

We are all connected
Oft rejected, but fully willing to try
It’s the allure of the things
The pain it brings
Or not as luck may have it
Depending on your profile picture
Standing tall against a wall
Posing stoically to allow
No deduction of the production
That went into that emote face
Favorite movies to read
And books to watch
If anyone cared it’s a great thought
But sadly not

But it helps connect
This much is true
Separation seriously to the sixth degree
Become pitiful as my face on a book
Or my own particular space
Inspire breakdowns in sex, age and race
And they find me and I them
A habitual hermit holed up in my own 2d space
Ready to cook up old stories for old friends in old situations
Inspire their daily life with some spice
Until we both bore with the pleasantries




Porn

Super star stick thin teen watches quietly as her life slips away
But I’ll stay and say
Something in this train wreck amuses me
Paying a fee to watch some tramp hug it out
In a slightly more lewd version of Caligula’s feast
There is a beast, in me and more importantly in you
That loves to watch this creative carnal decadence

Long tits and round dicks parade on an endless slideshow
Inside my minds eye voyeuristic fantasies fly about
In a surrealist pantheon of not quite love
Sex sex sex sex rated XXXX
As the half black teen who was halfway molested as a child
Swallows a phallic tome to the halfway man standing above her

These images to tame an inner lust
Threatening to push over and boil under and cause utter disarray
So we take strokes as the mercury boils higher
And the muscles spasm once or twice
Out comes that devil, and two clicks later we’re done

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