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A Thousand I Should Think

Felix Dennis
August 23, 2013
Mandalay, Mustique
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A thousand I should think,
But then I made no list
And thought it rude to count,
My cock and tongue and fist
Were ever busy then,
What now would be insane
To me was all there was
The clamp, the ball and chain...
A servitude that I
Embraced with holy zeal,
The artificial high,
The clit-clamped fleshy weal.
But all those days are gone,
The wastes of shame are few,
Should I forget the face,
The Polaroids will do.

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action; and, till action, lust
Is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust...
— W. Shakespeare  Sonnet CXXIX

Maybe, William, maybe. But not to me.