That sullen moody summer when it rained each day
I sat in my room, sat in the kennel of my inaction,
With few abilities, my parents were away
Getting divorced I think, I gnawed dissatisfaction.
The fridge was broke, but I had booze, I was seventeen,
And half-drunk all day, all of the day I masturbated.
My solace was a picture in a magazine,
A standard out of Iron Man, muscles inflated.
His eyes stared up, I memorized the amorous scowl,
I played with myself, played with myself, absorbed in study
Of his tan body burnished like a basted fowl,
Biceps and pecs, what could I do with such a buddy.
And good enough to eat. I was hungry for a life,
Life of my own, life I could own, as cock was my witness.
Later maybe some fraulein might become my wife.
But next day I would buy the latest Muscle and Fitness.
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