Modern poetry

So here I am, staring at the reflection of my face,
Blaze cant be seen within my eyes, no matter how do I gaze,
And here I am naked, riding the toilet seat,
While trying to measure my average heartbeat.

Pants off, nuts in the grip,
Thinkin' bout girls and how do they strip,
Thinkin' bout ex, jacking self off,
Dreaming that someday I'll be at the top.

Spending leasure time playin' with balls,
Perhaps I should be picking the phone and making some calls,
Ex texted me yesterday, crying, confessing, and sending me boobs,
I said her: begone, I ain't playing with fools,
Aint nothing to lose, mirror still reflecting my face,
It doesnt look cute, not even a trace.
 
While jacking self off, I think of the ex,
Can't hold it no more, man her boobs were the best,
Here I am again, letting it loose while being obsessed,
Champagne starts flowing, semen troopers be blessed.

Possession of pussy is an undestructible force,
And while ya'll playing, know when to pause.