I’m working on a project for my Communications 12 class, and it’s supposed to be a mixed genre piece. I chose sex as my subject. I want to convey that sex is amazing, but for people to be safe. I’m working on how to make this interesting, informative, while still entertaining. I thought, “Oh, I’ll just write a poem about how awesome sex toys are.” Like that will be an ice breaker or something. WRONG! Apparently I write really shitty poetry. Granted, that this is forced poetry that I banged out in 10 minutes. It’s really fucking awful. So, here it is…proof of why I should NEVER write poetry.
Ode to Sex Toys
Tired hands and fingers,
battery operated silicone relief.
Porn blasting in the foreground,
an adjustment of a cock sheath.
Power of a kick start motor,
with silent vibrations;
followed by overwhelming clitoral sensations.
Laughter fills the air,
as lube flies everywhere.
Pump bottles are underrated.
This dildo fits perfect in my harness underwear.
Writing poems is hard.
I wish I had thought this through.
My love for sex toys is nothing new.
Also, I wish more dildos came in blue.
Yep, just as bad as I thought. I need to work on this a bit. I really hope I can find some pieces online. I have to combine different literature to emphasize my point. I worry, now, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out down the line. I hope you enjoyed my terrible poetry. When I re-read it, I laughed so hard that I spit all over my screen. Hell, I’m laughing right now, it’s so awful. I hope you are having a good day, if not, I hope this made you laugh at least.
Cheers to bad poetry.