Beatin' It

A poem about being caught jerking off because I am horrible.

You'll probably think this tale is funny
On that, I'll even wager money
But nobody was laughing then, I remember
I was at party one Friday night
Bathed in pale bathroom light
Fingers wrapped tight around my member

He gave the door an angry knock
While I was stroking on my cock
He was yelling "Hurry up in there!"
Then he pulled open the bathroom door
And here's some shit he ain't seen before
Neither of us spoke, we didn't dare.

They say things happen for a reason
Be it birth or playground teasin'
But this sort of thing, no way man
Someone walks too suddenly in
And you're left with a stupid grin
Your manhood still warm in your hand

Word of advice, if you might
Just keep that door locked tight
And you best double check that shit
Unless you're up for putting on a show
For some asshole you barely know
It's not funny, getting caught beatin' it