Shane Allison: poem

BATHROOM STALL

stop trying to look at my dick;
don't bother to tap your foot for a blow job

'cause I'm not interested.
this "hotmouth" doesn't want your "hardcock."

I won't leave this stall so you can blow
the guy next to me.

i was here first.
I was here before you that's for damn sure.

I'm waiting for someone.
Jacking off in front of me

won't make me like you more.
Why am I always the one to have to suck you off first?

Why don't you give me head?
whatta you mean you don't give head?

whatta you mena your married and if you suck my
dick it means you're gay?

I didn't come here to show hard-on
or pull out my balls for you.

No I don't want your dick in my ass.
Deep throating makes me gag.

It's really not safe to swallow.
I don't know that much about you.

Get lost, I'm waiting for someone.
Shooting off in front of me only makes me hate you even
more.

What's your name?
Where do you live?

Let's get out of here and got to your place.
You have roommates?

You live with your folks?
Then give me your number and I'll call you.

I promise I'll call as soon as I get home.

He plants the number in my shirt pocket,
but once he's out of sight and out of mind,

I'll deposit it in the nearest trash receptacle.