This is intended as a semi-serious bit of bitter comment on drunken sexual failure . . . Well, yes, most of it's me, but not all . . . Thank God, or Whoever . . .

And thank you, Violet, for giving me your courage! Otherwise, for better or worse, I would certainly never have posted this! I love your poems and I feel I understand you a bit better now . . .

I'm not sure if the experimental 'ejaculations' between the stanzas work? Advice welcome!

Men, eh?

Cheers!

John X 

Snifter?


After a bucket of G & T you see
I become almost wholly moronic!
Oh, please bring more gin
And wipe off that grin
'Scuse me - a little less tonic!

Swig!

I see by your eye and hear from your sigh
That your mind is really not on it.
The idea I propose
Gets up your nose
I suppose we should simply abandon it?

No?

Well bring me a whisky if you feel frisky
And let us get seriously down to it!
But not, if you please
Without one of these
Hang on while I open the packet.

Ah!

Here we are, there we are - all is okay
And ever more shall be
But hang on again
Well, you know men?
I just have to go for a pee!

That's Better!

Where are you? Where are you? God only knows!
I can't even find the bedroom!
I tried to get back
With Adonis attack
But I'm stuck in your goddamn bathroom!

Retch!

Oh rescue me! Rescue me! Help me please!
It's not so much that I ask!
Just save me from more
Of your lavatory floor
And let me get into your well

I suppose . . .

You're right, you're right - I'm much too uptight
And a general pain in the bum
But now I've confessed
Please clean up the mess
And forgive me for what I've become

Undone

Forgive me for what I've become.