Suicide, Day Games in Dank Dive Bars, Erections on the Fringe

I could write a sex poem in a New York minute
Literally a minute or less
Titalation for the newbies
Tired old verse for the veterans
who might have something better to do
 
I'm waiting for my masterpiece  
I thought my last one about his suicide
was an icebreaker into the swamp
Wasn't sexy enough  
Too much truth for traction
 
I'm from here, I know why he killed himself
He couldn't top his last great erection
Down hill, the struggle he loved so much
No challenge, They loved everything
Even though he was calling it in, nobody cares, just ratings
 
Cynical and waiting
The humidity is creeping up
Summer in NYC
Looking for a day game in a dank dive bar
I could never kill myself, I'm too selfish

Postscript:  Reading this again a day later after writing it.  
I'm full of shit
I have no idea why he ended his life
My theory is probably garbage

 I've had Bronchitis for the past week, got New drugs yesterday afternoon.  Crawling back to myself for better or worse .....