Medicinal Onanism
On the very rare occasion that my affable persuasionis replaced by something less than copacetic,
you'll be surprised to see my smile is disingenuine and vile
and there's a dark and twisted change to my aesthetic
No longer sociable but rude with countenance reflecting mood
I metamorphasise, personifying Id
And fuelled exclusively by rage I'm freed of Super Ego's cage
To carry out the acts most conscious minds forbid
As my malignity increases so my forehead adds more creases
To the vast, amassing contours of my face
And the black clouds start to form as a precursor to the storm
That will inevitably break with my disgrace
Until distension in my nethers makes libido break its tethers,
And run rampant and unhindered through my skull
And though my loins are filled with fire and seek to procreate and sire
Cerebral productivity has hit a lull
Because my mind just grinds and vexes searching for that one cathexis
To relieve me of the tempest in my head
And soon all reason is rejected and its powers redirected
to the mind that dwells betwixed my legs instead.
And with this cognitive reduction comes morality corruption
As the boundaries of restraint are blurred with urge
And metaphysical disruption lights the fuse for the eruption
As the body's rusty pipework tries to purge
And though the causes are uncertain I begin to lift the curtain
On the underlying root of my frustration
And the suspect is arousal, evidenced by all the trousal
Animation plus the groinal agitation.
So the civility embargo is resultant of the cargo
That my reproductive housing needs to shift
And regrettably the phallus is the key to shift the ballast
And to suture up the oceanic rift
Between the body and the mind, although I'm not so much inclined
Toward an onanistic act so asinine.
I seek alternative release in frantic hope of finding peace
I find some cigarettes and light'em, smoke and smoke ad infinitum
But my mind is full of bunkum, thinking thoughts before I've thunk'em
And my knuckles start to whiten and my chest begins to tighten
So I panic and I fret and then my brow begins to sweat
The only respite from my grief is self-administered relief
And so I onanise...and everything is fine.
