Pathetic appendage, I am not done.
There are pages yet to be viewed.
Still, cramp you in weakness.
By God, let me surf.

My appointment with fame and destiny
will not wait, cannot be missed.
Disregard the insignificant injury
from overuse or too little potassium,
I insist.

Blogs must be written,
There is content to be added.
My right, my privilege to
address the masses
in song and skit,
laughing irreverence or witless wit.

Regardless,
the internet must be filled.
So what if I view porn
all day long, into the night,
and on until dawn.

I’ll get around to making a mark
when my exertions are done
and all that is to be viewed,
has been.

How long could that take?

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