this is the SICKEST poetry i have ever read. i dun tink this is even a proper poem.
go ahead and read if you DARE...
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In a shopping mall
In a communal changing room
I saw him in his undies
So aged and frayed they were practically see through
And boy did I stare
Till he covered his cock with his hands
And went beet red
But later, out on the street
He asked if I'd like to meet up for a drink
And the only thought I could think
Was yes please, one teaspoon
Of fresh cream would donicely thank you
Later, in bed
I told him of the thoughts
that had filled my head
And he smiled and said
'I know', I was thinking
About drinking
you too.

hmmm.. abit weird..
disgusting...