My Night-Robbing Circuit-Blower

I Would if I Could, but I Can't, so I Won't

I published a dirty little poem on here for a few days a few years ago. It was totally out of my realm. It got pretty good engagement and was generally well-liked, but it was my alter-ego who posted it, and when my true self read the poem, she had to take it down.

I was going to repost it again, just for esses and gees, but got about five lines in and hated it all over again. There are some really strong parts that get my temperature raised, but the cheesy weak parts are hideously grotesque, so I have decided against it. Maybe if Oliver could throw me some new inspiration, I could find a way to edit that poem and make it something worth reading. Maybe I should just take it out of poem form and make it a short story so I can dump off the stupid rhymes that forced me into linguistically uncool corners.

If anyone remembers this poem or cares at all for me to edit and republish it, please let me know. Otherwise, that fantastical imaginary night will be gone forever and will only exist in my Sweet Dreams.