Well I guess he was there, sitting,
His hands down his pants wondering,
How "my" sex-life would be?
If I let him see.
He said I like your way of blogging; unapologetically poetic
Pretty much like he meant erotic.

Spying around
Drinking diet coke and chewing bubble gum
To avoid the nicotine
He was wondering what they do to get laid in Philippine
As he was staring at his ceiling
With the spots and feeling
Quit empty.

Masturbating 6 times a day
He was so tired to even feel gay
About his body-building coach;
Who was trying to approach.

Cold water down the toilet
Mom and dad are doing a sarcastic duet
Shall I rejoin the club?
Or am I still a snob?

Mom's yelling,
Man on the radio telling:
Regular Iranian breakfast
Just keeps getting vast
No protein
No vitamin

His dad shoving a "sangak" slice in his mouth
Licking his fingers like a mouse,
Asks with such enthusiasm
Like being the same shit as him

What's with the mustache?
How old are you?

Back to his room
He finds the spots in bloom

Mom's wondering what to cook?
Is there any other way to look?
Do you have a hook?