A Poem

Here's a new poem I just wrote, based on some feelings, fears, and worries (and past experience):

A Random Fuck
by Brandon Bruno

The act is crude
and the noises are rude
thrust, thrust, thrust
is a must, must, must
boys become men
and girls wonder when
growing up is never fun
yet you still haven't won
from a flirt to a kiss
to a fuck to a miss
it will ruin your life
and bring more strife
than you would ever know
so please don't show
how to move and spread
your skin's so red
from a frown to a smile
it's been awhile
since you last respected
and always protected
what means most to...
you.