Before the pandemic,
My knowledge on sex
Was smaller than a hamick.
When 2020 came
I wasn’t the same.
My loneliness grew
And my heart filled with pain.
I fell in this hole
And had no idea
That a dancer on a pole
Would be my new addiction here.
Porn hit hard
And my balls ran out
Then I felt scarred
With no way out but to pout.
Then I got new job
And found this app
Only to learn my soul was being robbed
Because porn is crap.
I ended the sites
And still continue to play
To wrongful images
That plague my screen.
Because my brain
Is so addicted
It wants more dopamine
Than I could have predicted.
Now in conclusion
I ask for a friend
Who will message me daily
Until I can put this addiction to its end.