My Little Perverts

It's so lonely nowadays...
isn't it?..
...
looking at things by yourself...
looking at yourself by yourself...
while you hold it in your hand and run your finger over it... 
...
eyes spying...
staring...
poking...
prodding...
...
as you lay on your couches...
in your underwear...
on your beds...
in your car...
while you sit idle at work...
or hunched over on your kneecaps while sitting on the toilet...
...
naked...
exposed...
bare...
...
that something catches your eye -
dare not if it catches both of them,
and you are forever lost to being...
...well,
a pervert, 
to some thing in your life...
...
some vice...
...
us always watching for some thing...
...
all of us -
peeping toms...
...
perverts...
...
watching as we hold it in our hand...
watching as we play with it...
touching it...
caressing it...
fingering it...
all over...
paying for it...
monthly...
...
like a middle class prostitute...
...
all of us,
perverts...

We no longer hire thieves to steal thoughts and memories from our minds,
do we?
...
oh, no, no!..

Instead, we give them away,
hand them over without question,
without restriction,
to a bunch of knowns and unknowns.
...
everyone's privates now all public,
everyone's privates for all to see...
...
swinging high,
swinging low,
jiggling left,
jiggling right,
...
privates banging against other people's privates,
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all of us with wandering eyes,
...
eyes that are waiting,
watching,
dissecting,
absorbing,
uncovering the blankets that everyone else is wrapped in,
...
all the little piggies wrapped in their blankets as they Voyeur,
...
all the little wieners wrapped in gooey dough,
waiting to feel one thing and one thing alone...
...
an open mouth and a scrape from the lower anterior teeth of another...
sharp picket fences that I try and peek through,
straddling it in the night,
a wanted notification of what's to come...
...
and we watch,
my little perverts,
while we hold it in our hands and play with it,
all of us fornicating in front of one another,
in public,
in private,
at work,
in the car,
at home,
at church, 
at the grocery, 
in nature,
...
all of us...
...
but it's okay,
your secret is safe with me!

Imagine taking a selfie of you dropping a deuce in a clear walled port-a-potty while other people stand around you and stare in bewilderment and take a picture of you taking a picture of yourself for them to post on a day when online traffic is good while other people stand around those people and take pictures of the people taking pictures of the person taking a selfie on the porcelain throne, toes becoming blue and cold and numb if he or she or it sits there long enough.
...
and then, after your selfie, you realize there is no toilet paper in the port-a-potty,
... 
and everyone waits and watches but does not help in retrieving some dry, flaky, white sheets for your lucky wiping hand and soiled backside,
...
and all of a sudden this scenario goes from just ordinary art to fine art, 
groundbreaking art of the twenty fourth century that should be displayed next to the Mona Lisa or Starry Night on the floors of some fancy museum, 
...
you, 
with a dirty bum and no way to wipe it,
...
them and their thumbs 
hovering over their little red buttons,
them holding it in their hands and looking at you with eyes wide open,
their lips dry and cracked from keeping their mouth open while they breathe,
the sweat building on all the fuzzy upper lips,
waiting to tap that flat, little chisel when they feel is the best time to etch their moment in history and become a viral celebrity, 
...
you, 
wanting your one selfie and a clean anus...
...
them, 
wanting their one perfect picture to feel artsy about.
...

You are either one of the two, right?
A dirty bum selfie or a voyeur?
...
A pervert.
...

So watch 'em, now,
and watch 'em good,
and watch all of 'em if you want.
...
Become a multipurpose pervert if you desire...
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little cameras just dangling around and being fingered throughout the day, without permission....
little peepholes in our perceived drywall of reality...
little frozen pieces of glory for us to put our eyes and mouth up to,
us basking in the awe of the moment as the spotlights rain down absolute on our sweaty faces and backsides as we go at it and get more and more and more,
until the forced tastes go from good to sweet to bitter to bad as we swallow more and more in hopes that our palates will change before our hands give out of energy.
...

Dirty bum?
or
Pervert?
 
...
Watch 'em now,
you hear me,
and watch 'em good.

And after all is said and done and they hang your fine work of art next to Pollocks' accidental dribbles, your fine work of art in which you suffered inside a clear walled port-a-potty because you could not free your bum from the stench of yesterday's meal that you posted for everyone to see, then lo and behold, all of a sudden, in comes some Earth Hugger who throws the fresh blood of four multi-racial babies, ten sea lions, and a can of Campbells tomato soup over your framed selfie and stands in front of your work of art in protest because instead of pooping on top of a blueberry bush in your back yard or inside a biodegradable mason jar to better trap the deadly gases you maliciously chose to 'drop the kids by the pool' while sitting inside a clear walled port-a-potty, a device that immediately killed three sea turtles, a colony of sand fleas,  and burned a hole in the atmosphere when it was made. 
...
...
*spying through the crack of a bathroom door as they shower*

Or I could protest and block an intersection instead of...

*looking through the hole in a hotel wall as they undress each layer*

or I could burn down an entire city, my own hometown, because...

*peeping through the bushes as they shed their skin in front of their window*

or I could turn my pretend time into reality by finally letting loose and freeing my inner...

*looking through binoculars from the sixth story window down at someone sunbathing on a nude beach*
...
...

Another distraction is just another future infatuation for a Voyeur to look at,
so watch 'em now, 
and watch 'em good,
my little perverts,
and keep holding it in your hand and fingering it until you're finally exhausted.

And let's be honest,
my little Voyeurs,
the Earth does not care if we destroy it.
...
Earth was not meant to last forever...
...
It said 'Good Luck!' a long, long time ago,
and,
let's be even more real,
is a planet with a forty hour work week really worth saving?
...
...
Everything, to some degree, is just temporary...
...
Everything...
...
...
So settle down some of you,
my little perverts,
it's not like I'm burying batteries or spare Uranium in my backyard or pouring used motor oil in all local bodies of water within a fifty mile radius to help aid in killing any mosquito infestations,
it's just...
...
...
let's just wait for the next space rock that is the size of Iowa that comes hurdling our way, 
then we will revisit this notion... 
...
because there is no storm on the way as they want you believe- 
there is nothing on the horizon but...
...
the storm has long gone, for now -
there is nothing on the horizon but...
...
voyeurs...

Perverts!

...

But we like watching, 
don't we?

You like watching. 
Pervert.

I like watching.
Pervert. 
...

Denying it only makes our obsession seem more drastic than just owning up to it when we look and look some more and keep looking and go back and look at the looking that intrigued us three months, three years, three decades ago,
the watchers watching the watcher's watch... 
...
and our eyes undress,
and our minds wander,
and our brains store,
and our hearts skip,
and we watch,
and we watch some more while we play with it,
fingering,
tilting,
tapping that thing,
playing ever so gingerly with it,
and paying to do so,
like being addicted to a specific prostitute,
the one who is always busy and you have to wait your turn...
...
our eyes penetrating the subject,
our minds violating the verb,
our brain saving the object - direct or indirect,
our hearts beating away at the adjectives,
...
and we watch,
patiently,
like a cold handed gynecologists looking at another pair of spread legs,
like a person who was taking a selfie while blowing out a glass walled port-a-potty and is now stranded inside because there is no toilet paper,
others watching him with their phones and waiting,
another group watching the watchers with their phones,
like being the voyeur who spies on other voyeurs,
...
all of us hiding in the bushes,
nude to the night,
waiting to make sure no one is around so we can get off as we hold it in our hand and snap pictures as we see fit,
recording Cinematic footage,
like a newbie recording his first porno underneath the lights of a Earth that is probably whispering to itself...

I'm tired... let's end this for real this time... please...
I'm no longer their home...
I'm nothing but a whore...
...

so watch 'em now and watch 'em good...

Have you seen it when it...
...
you know...
...
when it goes...
...
and then it...
...
and you're sitting there with it in your hand,
and it feels good,
the hardness pressing against your fingers,
so you take a picture to remind yourself....
...
you go into your glass walled port-a-potty and let loose because, princess, there is no wiping here,
only peeping
and watching
and more watching,
...
eyes,
lust,
...
gimme more,
...
intrigue,
...
gimme more,
...
never satisfied,
until...
...
gimme more,
...
with a side of more,
topped with some creamy more,
extra rolls for my table and scrolls for my fingers,
...
intentions being meaningless now...
...
because the grease from the rolls helps your gritty fingers glide over the surface of it easier...
...
and it likes it...
and you like it...
and you heavy breathe while chewing a dry roll...
and you play with it in your hands and get excited by what you see...
and you feed and feed and feed,
and you breathe heavily between swallows,
you gag and lean your head back and shove more into your mouth,
that little finger moving back and forth and back and forth,
selling yourself cheap as everyone watches,
for a world that is and looks very, very tired and,
well,
worn-out from all the perverts....

...
so,
I hope you are watching.
...

...
no,
really, 
I do. 
...

because you are nothing more but a Pervert,
...
a multipurpose pervert if you are lucky...
...
a Voyeur...
...
...
and guess what?
...
so am I...
...

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and all I ask is you to warm your hands before you examine me and what I have to say.
...
...
I mean, it's the least you could do... 

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and make sure you watch!
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and watch some more!
...
because we are all Voyeurs,..
...
...
Perverts to some thing.

...
Right?

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A little candy for that wandering ear, my love – Enjoy…

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