Bubblegum Boy

Island Gurus cleansed thy sins, prayers, burning wood and abstinence.
lamenting, grief for your lost time, those rotten years were yours not mine.
Your mask from days without ablution; no lather for your own pollution,
casting laziness in layers, mould and cobwebs, dusty chairs.
Lighting gas as a flirtation, warming up an obligation,
deluded in your potency, planning for your fantasy.
Campaigning for your reputation, striving for lusty recreation,
tell some tales, bag polythene, scout companions for a poly scene.
The bubble bursts, spat out, flavourless, trodden on among the mess,
another shape to photograph, fake it with your autograph.