Before I commence with this poem, the title was inspired by my mum who mentioned the term. I love it - it has so much meaning than a sexual connotation. And so here goes.
An original poem done [rough draft of course]:
Emotional Masturbatiaon
Like an addict
You get off on your addiction
But this drug is worse
Than any pill or powder
You get off on life
At the expense
Of those around you
Just like an addict
But the gap closes between fixes
And so
At the expense of others
You grind them down
And strip the emotions from them
You take great pleasure at having
The power to tear people down
The climax you reach
Is seeing them vulnerable
At having them see
You shudder in the simpleness
Of it all
And then you go
Back to your acting
Waiting and waiting
For the next
Orgasmic moment
[March 11 2010]
An original poem done [rough draft of course]:
Emotional Masturbatiaon
Like an addict
You get off on your addiction
But this drug is worse
Than any pill or powder
You get off on life
At the expense
Of those around you
Just like an addict
But the gap closes between fixes
And so
At the expense of others
You grind them down
And strip the emotions from them
You take great pleasure at having
The power to tear people down
The climax you reach
Is seeing them vulnerable
At having them see
You shudder in the simpleness
Of it all
And then you go
Back to your acting
Waiting and waiting
For the next
Orgasmic moment
[March 11 2010]
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