Ticking away the moments on the clock while you hang
You fritter and waste the hours in a dick-in-hand way
Beginning to clamp and edge, you go to town.
Waiting for someone or something to catch you today.
Tired of lying in the infrared light
Wrapping your dick to escape the pain
And you are young and dick is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you not to jerk
You never ask, you only lurk
And you stretch, and you stretch to catch up with the fun, but it’s turtling
You find your dick stuck in your behind again
The erection still gets hard in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death