Use It As A Punching Bag

His dick hung so low I wanted to use it as a punching bag

Too bad he was no where near me

Just a figure on a screen walking toward me

Walking toward the lens

Swinging that bat like a blind no armed man

Looking for the balls behind his back

That only the umpire knew existed

But still hit him in the ass with every move through the air

And I just sat here watching

Not really giving a damn

There was nothing in the scene that I really cared about

In the moment at least

I would take some boxing lessons

If I wasn't so old and fat

And poor as the studio that made this shit

And ready to bleed like a fountain

If I ever got cut with a hit

Or so the doctor's told me when I started the medication

To keep the clots from growing weeds

At least one of us lucked out

Can't say I'm happy it wasn't me

Or that I wouldn't mind taking a ride to the stars on that fucking thing

If it didn't tear my guts apart

And leave me dying in the sheets

If I lifted that thing up high enough

Would it be tagged by Everlast?

I wonder if they would sponsor him

If he turned out to be just a minute man

Videos make that seem impossible

Real life, not so much

I wouldn't care though

I almost never do

As long as it's for me

As if satisfaction needs to be compared to a longer part of eternity

He would probably kill me, though

That damned punching bag dick with the speed bags beneath

If I grabbed the base of it, though

I could probably beat him to death before that could occur

If he's not already dead

That scene must be at least a dozen years old

Or maybe a couple dozen more

Analog doesn't always digitize as nicely as it should

I need to be friends with more porn stars

Or any, for sure

Not him

He's probably six feet under and parading that bat through the stars

By now

Maybe some muscle bears or otter men

Some who just get bored

When the cameras are off

And don't mind an old fat autistic man who looks like me

Using them to even the score

With the baseball bat dick that was waving at me on the screen

As if it could see me wave back

And flip it the bird

** This is from a collection of poems I have been writing throughout the month of May, 2025, and may not reflect the day in May that it was written on.