What is Poem #5?

I don’t have a clue what to write about.
Is my isolation worth a poem?
How’s about my lack of good passion?
What is good passion?
This is, philosophically, a good question
worth a moments speculation.

The first good passion I thought of was lust.
But wait, isn’t lust one of those 7 heinous sins?
Wanting something so badly just because it feels good.
Many of my lust filled actions were good for me
until they were bad for me, but some were never bad,
some just tickled and tickled and tickled my fancy,
twerked and jerked my fanny and made me smile.

The good gone bad lusts taught me lessons;
don’t get drunk and go home with strangers, or friends,
or pass out behind dumpsters, don’t dress or act like you
mean yes, then say no, unless you want to piss off
someone and most importantly-don’t forget to use BC,
lord knows lust created kids are not always the best
way to plan for the future.

Now there’s a loaded poem-plan for the future-
And good passion is better than bad passion.
Trust me-my daughter is good passion at it’s finest.
To hell with writing a poem about my lack of it.