Why did I think this would work?

Why did I think this would work?
What capricious ghost possessed me
And gave me hope?
He is just a guy
He cannot save me from my loneliness
Or even satisfy my lust
Oh, perhaps, for a time
He can arouse my body
But it is not enough
Never enough
To satisfy my brain
Annoying organ
Reminding me that I need
Conversations
About frogs and rain and Shakespeare
And why Ian M_’s novels are pretentious crap
Words are what turn me on
And he doesn’t seem to possess enough
Letters of the alphabet

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