HAD HIM A THOUGHT…

While laying down caught

Up in resting, had a thought…

Pain medicine-born

(Or fermented corn?),

It grew so fearfully fraught.

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Remember, he was wracked in pain,

Finding relief (it wasn’t cocaine!)…

Juggling a vision

Of limited wisdom,

Enthusiasm he barely contained!

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Like an old man with no more thrills,

He imagined a roomful of girls…

Women, if you will,

Waiting until

This man came in so they’d unfurl.

Imagine a roomful of hugging

Women…no cameras or bugging…

‘Twas all too much

For this man to touch,

Sensory overload came a-tugging!

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‘Twas more than he could’ve stood,

And fainted from way too much good

Attention female,

Behind the veil

He HAD TO ESCAPE…and he would!

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With fantasy circuits blown

He struggled his way back home…

To his quiet nook

With a good book,

“Too much at once,” he groaned.

–Jonathan Caswell