A joint effort by myself and Keyser writing alternate lines - After the poem was finished, we experienced artistic differences during the editing process and have decided to relaunch our solo careers! lol
Collaboration On An Ode To Self Abasement
You sit there with a look of smarm on your face
Your hand wrapped around your inadequate cock
No blue V's adorning the left hand column in chat
But you're in love with yourself so you wank anyway
Sitting with your trousers down around your ankles
And wearing your wife's pink frilly knickers
The ones she left behind when she left and left you behind
Your webcam doesn't let anyone see what you look like
But you've got two faces so no-one wants to see you anyway
You scan the screen and search for your prey
To persuade them that your arrogance is acceptable
Find that lonely woman and tell her she's beautiful
Let her know she's your favourite - at least for today
Or until you've cum into your man-sized tissues
And turned off your cam to hide your shame
You try to ease the pain through blogs of poetry and love
Yet you know tomorrow will be another guilt-filled session
The new 'Groundhog Day' for a sex-starved addict
Another microwave meal for one and half a bottle of desperation
Then turn on the computer and pretend you're a special friend to someone
Convince upon them your affections and give them all a pet name
They're all your favourite girl depending on the time of the day
Each one holding a special place in your crowded heart
But It's such a shame that they only exist in the cyber-world
You turn off your computer, and hibernate your life
Sleep and dream of the life you once thought you could have
The one you now live without the restrictions of reality
Where you can be a man of substance and purpose
Instead of a lonely bitter island of solitude