Je N'Ai Plus De Feu Poem by Ramona Thompson

Je N'Ai Plus De Feu



Je n'ai plus de feu
I've no more fire
No more interest in the pleasures of the flesh
My get up and go
Got up and went
My sex drive
Stalled then quit
So wasted
Not even a little blue pill can seem to help or save me
From a life of lustless woe and misery
Wive's gonna leave me I know
She's gonna leave to find herself
A better, more able man or maybe even a woman
In these strange and ever changing days
One can never tell or be too sure anymore
And so lonely and no longer as horny as I once was before
In the days of my misspent backseat humping youth
I sit with mine in my hand
Limp as a old used dishrag
To declare
Je n'ai plus de feu
I've no more fire
Nor do I fear
I ever will again
Oh poor, cumbersome, lonesome one that is me
Down when all this old lonely man longs to be is up

2009 Ramona Thompson

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