I Taught Myself Poem by Phil Soar
I Taught Myself
I taught myself to isolate
I taught myself to masturbate
But that was in my early years
To try and wash away the tears
I'd shut the bedroom door, and then
I'd isolate myself again
Disrobe myself and take my palm
And wank away with my right arm
No wonder, now I'm sixty eight
I still can go and masturbate
Let's hope behind that bedroom door
I can still isolate some more
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