Before an empty paper

Before an empty paper i sit and mull,
the world sits empty
their pussy their hands
laughing with bare teeth
masturbating beneath a sheath.
Everyone’s growling-n-howling
ladies are out shopping
gents rubbing pink panties…

who i write to, who i write for
who has come, who would ever come
inside the womb i’m gonna hide
fuck you’all… now no more slide.