Ancient moss

Once I stood the pressures, slid over waves.
Under me, the city melts weakness into slaves.
Into semenal chaos don't go. I stay ejaculated.
Some guys just blow it out, no doubt.

Where is life in the bin of hairy Harrys,
covert blasting operations, and blown jobs?
Bear me away. Bring me the mongrove.
I wanna lie down in the ancient moss.

Lay me by your plants and hear me still.
Wax my anger. Rub my back and hold my head.
Sink me. Wrap me. Come what may, as they say.
Don't teach me what I know. The peril of play,
is from where I sway.

Run away with the end, and come back. That's me.
I might reverse, traverse, and be stunned.
Wait until I come. Watch me fall from the stem.
My neck hear crack, as my mind jerks off.
Into the free zone, you stupor drone.

We should sing more songs together. Hold hands and dance.
No, we should drill offshore, and kill onshore. No wait.
It's never too late. All it takes is a breath.
And a silly move. Move me, move suddenly.

We live in a collector's dream come true. Don't you think?
Press button to sort. Switch tab to squirt. Brain off to work.
You harboiled little girl. In a wet suit don't stink.
Carving in the night, you can't see me debugging the plight.