She was walking down the shit steam block, when it hit her.
Itchy, burning, awful, wet and rawness that spreads like an awful oily sebaceous cyst that will not go away with a bit of peanut butter.
Why, you ask?
Well, because much like breathing, us humans must walk; hence crotch-rot, an inevitable evil that infects the pubic area and thighs.
Throbbing and reddening,
There is no relief, it’s infectious and only the complete determination to stop walking and sit will provide healing and escape.
So, if you find yourself, burning and feeling raw, don’t think about the last person or animal you may have fucked.
Instead, are you walking?
Ah, yes…It is crotch rot.
She visits in the heat of day, in camel toe jeans, and sagging britches. She comes to steal your peace, your joy, and brings the inevitable stop, sit, and lazily walk with pride.
Stride your ass home to chair, remove your pants and examine the raw, red, stinging area.
Cream it, air it, and let it be.
It yells procrastination; it has broken your will, so submit to the rash.
Let its will overcome you and rest my love, rest. Heal for she will return and next time be armed with baby powder. Continue reading