Growing Up Queer And Poked Poem by Jim Boone

Left me with an eye for skin
That men were comfortable ‘in'
Lust's little scapegoat
Just for the taking, and taking
And poked, and poked

From a Master-Class Lust satisfier
That created an insatiable ‘need'
For male attention, from every
Corner; low-down and plateau

Poked and poked

Maintaining the ‘innocence'
Of a boy-child who had been
Around the world by age 25
In search of Self: Satisfaction,
Fulfillment, gratification, awareness,
Motivation, improvement, control,
Confidence, assurance and reliance

And poked, and poked

By those who had not made it beyond
Gratification. Silly me, there's so
Much more to this banquet called ‘Life'
Than the physical perks of being human
And male and double-dipping for far too
Long until Mother Nature and Father Time
Slapped my ‘dumb ass' and showed me how
To quit letting all cummers keep poking
Around and stop and tend the roses once
In awhile; maybe get my ‘mo-jim' back.
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