HABIT, a short poem.

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I did it in the morning

Twice in the shower

And still I want it again

I can’t settle in the office chair

The cleavages are not helping

I feel the strong hungry urge

But I promised myself to quit

I googled ways to quit

I followed some if none of them

I will die if I won’t have it like

Now.

I stand up off to the bathroom

All eyes on me

I could care less

It’s life or death

For me.

I storm into the bathroom

Almost sweating

And panting

I lock after me

Get my ripper off fast

It’s already hard

I stroke a little and

As the huge load shoots out

I realize it’s the ladies

Bathroom.