@ the office

here I am

once again

late night appointments leave me feeling devoid of spirit
like I just got laid by a hooker and couldn't find my money to pay her

trying to p*ss a fuzzy off of the urinal mint
(this is my f*ck*ng life?)
you've got to be kiddin' me

checking my email again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again
unbound obsessions
there's no one there at the other end

I'm really just as alone
as I am when I'm at home
and I have a roomate now, so . . .
what's that tell you?

rare p*rn*gr*phy
minimized and maximized on the desktop
frantically seizing fantasies
rapidly changing mind

I hold off c*mm*ng for two or three hours
and see if I can hit the tiles in the drop ceiling above me
with an explosive *j*c*l*t**n.
Then I flee
before my own semen leaps down
and makes obvious my activities.

I'm going to get a bed and a coffin for this office.
That way I don't ever have to leave.