Titillation

Short is life
Filled with things
Who knows what for
I'll never earn my wings

I think I fulfilled my knowledge
By the age of nine
I guess I could better myself
If I could expand my mind

Some new kind of thrill
Need what I ain't had
Some new kind of rush
I need to go crazy mad

Like a child sucks their mom
Like your daughter eating Jill
This guy needs
Some new kind of thrill

I'm looking, I'm searching
I want something never had before
I'm looking, I'm searching
Something greater then a $5 dollar whore

A new kind of thrill
Dangerous, with the intent to kill
A new kind of thrill
This poem required very little skill

Piss off!