Presently, I puposely became a
poser and submitted to the propaganda and could not prove
my innocence. Prudent parents breed
pugnacious children and see no problem
in their prurience.

I have no pity for those positively pitiful and pathetic
people who believe in pleasure
rather than that of pain.
I peered into both of those perverted positions
and can proudly say that pain
has pleasure pinned.

For pleasure is a mere psychological
parody that ends in a
particularly passive way.
While pain is predominant and prolonged
even after the perfidious deed is done.

It was at a party where the pornographic
perfidy had happened. I thought I would never,
so help me god,
never place myself in a powerfully perverse
atmosphere, but her persistence for passion was
painfully hard to pass up.

I penetrated her precious center and didn't pause
to check for protection, I paced myself
inside this pasty princess whose
expression was appropriately percipient
while mine stood perjorative to the
performance I was giving.

She smelled of a perfume that made me
realize her perfunctory demeanor.
Our privates danced together playfully
as I thought of the many parables
I read which told me to stay away
from the parade of chasing panties
or I'd end up in a fools paradise.

I said I wouldn't but my words were
paradoxical and I pandered to such low taste.
My paramour's paragon which was perfectly
figured only excited me, she was beautiful
as a peacock and my heart began to palpitate
and we began to pant.

I was in a paraplegic state
and my body began to shake
releasing all my parasites inside her. I couldn't help myself.
Sudden paranoia crept into my head
as I started a paroxysm of anger.
I pardoned my partner to please let me be
but she was fast asleep.

I can't believe how poorly I acted
throughout this pattern,
I needed patience, posture and pride.
I gave in to paranormal pleasure
rather than perilous pain
and now I must suffer the penance
for I am penitent.

I need help, please help me.