my cock is obnoxious
she thinks it’s dirty
an odd instrument
it squirts then drools
like a baby wanting
she won’t put it in her mouth
avoids it like I’ve got a blister
I have a sore throat tonight
and reaches for the Listerine
I think your tool is a tainted thing
I don’t want it inside me
just for the benefit of its own hardness
the cock is a terrible weapon
locked in its single minded wisdom
only the very rare can touch it
poison or aphrodesiac it waits
like an orphan misunderstood
but she doesn’t appreciate
the danger and the longing
the quest for generations
the stave of creativity
the lance of lamentations
