NIST
I hit the keys
I play
I’m
a Sunday organist
During breaks
I’m
a silent anonymous
onanist
During mass
I’m enslaved
by
playing organs
After blessing
master and commander
of masturbatory
plans
Devoted
to the cause
a Sunday fanatic
in the grasp
of religiosity
All
overshadowed
by untamed
sexuality
And
only my palms
remain exhausted
double
The soul
and the mind
however
completely fulfilled
without trouble
