As I was writing another excellent chapter of "Take A Breather," the prequel to "I've Been Deader," a near perfect blend of horror and comedy, it occurred to me there might be a few hotties just waiting for that next poem. That must be it! They don't want to throw themselves at me too early. That's understandable. Deciding whether you want Splinker now or if you can wait a little while and have Splinker and another poem; I don't envy everyone who is struggling with that question.
Allow me to ease and increase your suffering with...
SLOTHI will take my satisfaction later,
maybe after you are restored.
For now I am done with moving,
and I will rest my mouth here,
Don't disturb my lazy adventure,
I beg you.
Let me rest my weary hands here,
You are charged, electric.
You are tension and need,
but I am molasses, floating in amber.
So let me rest my weary body here;