John

Your anonymity,
Safely tucked in your name.
Our little secret, I know it's real.

Just like the basement room you rent from your mother.
Persian rugs and antique tables, old family stock,
Lovely back drops for your internet fodder.

You've got this voice...and a filthy mouth,
Illusions growled so eloquently
Through voice memo prompts.

I ask and I receive, my loyal John,
My clean cut, button up Polo jock,
Wielding your big fat American cock.