A penis behaves like someone with power.
When I get close, it stands like a tower.
Aroused at the prospect of putting me down,
you get an orgasm making me frown.
You live in hope that I’ll run from the town,
you don’t approve of each verb and noun.
My work isn’t poetry, it’s a disgrace,
it’s funny how you can’t say ‘no’ to my face.
A rejection letter maintains your elation,
multiple orgasms for the nation.
You’re so conventional, such a closed mind,
I know you enjoy being very unkind.
I think you imagine your shit doesn’t stink,
or that you’ve never had sex, wink wink.
Before you ejaculate, do you restrict
all the enjoyment of being licked?
Or when you poo, do you feel ashamed
that wiping your hole is very untamed?
Oh yes, I’m the one who is vulgar and dirty,
you must remind me that I made you shirty.
My words are blunt, so the meaning is clear,
no I won’t use metaphors, I face my fear.
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