Always a fall, never ever a spring
My age a lasting pilgrimage
Only cuckoos cry never nightingales sing
My boulevard seems my dreams’ carnage!
Lo and behold my seminal truth
Is a lie of phallic proportion
My orgies reek of rotting youth
My orgasms lack love’s dimension!
I ain’t ugly nor impotent
Why living in this sexual fear
More than stigma, a social sacrament
That shrouds the soul of a lone spinster!
Who deflowered my life’s lost verve
Who sacrileged my clitoral curve
With my vain vagina why I swerve and swerve/
On my wrinkled bed, I swerve and swerve
I do care for what I don’t deserve
May I dare to sin my moral nerve!
My MEN-SES baptized my MEN-O-PAUSE
My WOO-MAN lost to my me(a)n melee
Why I, sold my life to a longlost cause/
Why am I a tomb of my longlost cause
WHY I DIE A VIRGIN EVERY DAY!
© 2023 Vikas Chandra