I rewatched Tiger King until I cried (Tiger King and cry)
My sourdough cultures smelled like they died (My sourdough died)
And so it was time for me to seek new pleasures.
Amidst scrolling through Grindr, he emerged, made to measure.

I made my great escape, dodged Ward Park's mango vapes.
Soon I faced concrete walls, as he slapped with his balls.
He was sudden, he was fierce, he made me think I'd been pierced.
Maybe I'd get to know how this new story goes.

Somehow the pain just wouldn't go away.
Why was I being laughed at? No one seemed to say.

I sat down and I squelched, blood fucking everywhere.
A ruptured criminal; I should have stayed home.

What will I tell my mum? Or the nurse? Or the police? Or my fucking grandchildren?
That's the price of good dick.

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