Loneliness can be described by how often you play the banjo,
A statement only a man can truly know!
Lustful thoughts surface all around me,
Fetish dreams of women that I see.
In this solitude my mind can grow,
But seldom in public do I show,
Most people know and see of me,
As extrovert, eccentric and borderline lunacy.
I wish to show that I am of some worth,
Justify; validate my place on this Earth.
My days are with far-reaching contemplation,
Broken only by acts of masturbation.
I often wonder: Will I always be this way?
Two different people till my dying day.
Would I really mind if I stayed the same?
All I want is for someone to remember my name!
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