Marcin Majkowski, 01/12

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

Promote. Poetry.
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