BAMBOOZLED.!!

Bamboo breaks the scenery

Enshrouding me with its greenery.

Meanwhile, muggy atmosphere

Serves me well, equipped with beer.

Humidity heats my sticky skin

As I grasp silver stein,

Handles, searing hot tin.

A definite din, from within, eye sight

In hindsight,

I wish I left early that night.

My ear drums deliver a murderous hum,

Hearts murmur, skipping beats on repeat,

retreat...run...!!!

Tonal tension, fears to mention my gun,

Here he comes, this way, on his own,

I should have known,

I should have gone home.

Right next to me,

On the very same seat,

I was given no chance,

Chosen, forced to meet

This total stranger, from unknown streets.

Bold body language soon unfolds missed stories

Of a blatantly blunt, balding man in his forties.

Helping his hard on,

unspoken thoughts, naughty.

Whatever he asked me?

I’ll never know

But the sinful sparkle in wicked wink showed

No way would I play on erroneous roads.

His background buddies fist pumped and air humped.

Having hopes of a score, on the board, winning trumps.

My lack of language, cost no conversation

This creep, took a leap,

into deep desperation

Blaming lame lines like...

'My penis persuasion.'

The bamboozled boozer tried without hesitation

To touch my crutch, pertaining missed penetration

His bloody loss led to no more masturbation 

His tackle box lost...!

forever fueled with frustration.

‘Castration’.!

Deemed to seem fitting deeds crime 

My verdict predicts, erect dicks, doing time.

Without reasonable doubt,

guilt soon followed suit 

an asinine foolish tool, I did loot.

No time needed, indeed my reaction

relates to the date, lost in lust less translation.

Retaliation rests...

Vasectomy on vacation!

Carey Milton ©