I sometimes wonder what remains of it all,
But the question is pointless,
Since I do not know what there was originally and how much of it was taken
away,
Perhaps I should think first about who took it,
Trace back the amounts they have taken, add them up,
Consider multiplying it by a loss factor to get the approximate amount and
then estimate what was the total amount available originally,
To know what remains.

Now that I look back at it,
The whole process is meaningless,
Why would I want to know what remains?
Would that help me more dealing with it,
Or knowing how to better manage it?
What remains is what remains,
And frankly, tonight, it does not seem like much.

I have always liked having sex while having the TV on and tuned to the
sports channel,
The cheering of the crowds during matches provided me with an excellent
stimulant,
All these thousands of people cheering unanimously for me, encouraging me,
Admiring my sexual prowess,
Getting excited with my every stroke.

They would be salivating,
Getting adrenalized,
Going wild, with my every move, my every caress.

At times, they would cheer for no apparent reason,
Just to provide an adequate background noise,
Telling me that the game is not over yet,
And that there is still more time for another round.