Not me...

(July Poem a day, based around the word hircine)

I’m not hircine.

One of my friends can’t

help, but giggle

practically to the point

of guffawing

when I tell her,

most times I’d

prefer strawberries and cream

to a pointless one night stand.



She apparently

feels the need to have

upwards of three orgasms

a week, all via masturbation

as far as I can tell.



She doesn’t comprehend

when I tell her that

just doesn’t work

for me

and I wouldn’t want it to.