A Fly on the Wall, a Cuck in a Chair
As I came and reclined into shame
I spied a fly in the corner by the clock
And post nut clarity thrust me into his mind
Where I saw my own cock through his multi faceted eye
Limp, tired and most of all unsatisfied
I saw too the porn on the screen
Paused before the climax
Didnt he wish to be one of them?
Instead he sits in his chair in the corner
Living through visual vicariousness another’s pleasure
I saw loneliness and desperation etched in brow furrows
A garden left fallow for another seed not sown
Oh to be the fly and live a short life
Maybe it’s neutered length would give more meaning
To each moment or at least shorten the length
Of my shame as I look at the mess I’ve made
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