A Peculiar Poem

Knock, knock, I knock the door
People tell me what for
I state that I try to claim a wish through a pray
They replied, it's just a morality play

I down on my knees
I freeze, I squish,
I see a man masturbate with a soap dish
It's so odd and sometimes fraud
that man called sex for god

Knock, knock, I open the door
I remember tipping my foot on the floor
We did it once before
Similar, peculiar,
I know you're a fucking liar

Knock, knock, I slam the door
You called me whore
I called you loser
But, we know that we're reflecting love to each other

Friday, March 13th 2015