Putu

Putu is like premature ejaculation.
It's a 45 year old in the body of a 16 year old.
It's not like you can predict how often,
Whether you'll like it,
Or how much it's going to be,
When you get it.

She woke up this morning with her head in her hands,
As always, abiding by the rules.
She drank stale artificial coffee as she perused the daily digest.
It was early morn, and just another one of many,
A typical day in October, this arbitrary month.