Alone Up Top

Chance at connection, body doesn’t listen 

At war with One’s self, 

Much like One’s Sioux Cherokee ancestral make up 

Oh well, once in a blue moon’s blue moon the chances come

Alone, a rookie with bi-decade’s chance at bat

Doomed to come up short in this big league life

Not given time nor opportunity to learn, expectations of want

All there is. None to teach the selfish game of getting One’s own

A generous lover but never reaching high

Never a climactic moment, the O face unbecometh

Miss Palmer lends a hand, only one to take some time

Learning a self exam, dry dogging habit

Not seen as desirable makes a guy dependent on

Himself alone, an unwittingly asexual mess

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