how many prawns can you eat?

the science of satiation says to keep on doing
something until you're full of it. teehee.
well, seriously now, the
science of satiation basically says,
you keep on eating until you
are full. then, you stop eating, because you
are full, and you don't want anything
else to eat, for a while anyway.
the science of satiation says to keep on doing
something until you are done, and
then you stop. for instance,
the beautiful big-dicked young man
keeps on masturbating, keeps on
rubbing and stroking and pumping away
on his big hard dick, until he
spurts cum. then, the
beautiful big-dicked young man stops
masturbating. and
the beautiful big-dicked young man doesn't
masturbate again until
he's in the mood again.
the science of satiation says the
beautiful big-dicked young man
will masturbate until he's done,
and then he won't masturbate anymore,
for a good while. but, that "good while"
part is open to interpretation.
the science of satiation is fuzzy on this point.
the science of satiation is indeterminant in
this area.
when does a person who has eaten
his or her fill need to eat again?
when does the beautiful big-dicked
young man need to masturbate again?
it is this "betweenness" in the
science of satiation that causes
so much head-scratching. between
one meal and the next. between
one masturbatory session and
the next. what does one DO with
all that betweenness? and, in
fact, how much betweenness
should there be? is there
some optimal amount of
betweenness?  the science
of satiation is a world
of imprecision, of maybe's
and kinda's and sort-of's. when the
beautiful big-dicked young man
is masturbating, he is happy,
pleasant, and cheerful.
when the beautiful big-dicked
young man is eating, he
is happy, pleasant, and cheerful.
often, though, when he
is eating, he is thinking
about masturbating. when
will he get to masturbate again?
after dessert? or, should
he skip dessert, and get
right to the masturbating?
between meals, between
masturbation sessions,
drifting along in the
realm of betweenness,
the beautiful big-dicked young man
is lost, adrift, and
alone -- as the scientists
of satiation congratulate
themselves on the knowledge
they've amassed so far, and slap each
other on the back, until
one of them says stop.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Gorilla Architecture, published by Interior Noise Press in 2011. Gorilla Architecture is currently for sale at good ole' Amazon.)