Male Stupidity Celebration

          Here I stand
     With my pecker in my hand,
          Helplessly pursuing
          my own undoing
     by spraying the seed of the
               human weed
     on every egg and ova I can find.

O Dong,     O Dick,
You colossal ultra-prick
Bomb of concentrated frustration,
Fuse lit in anticipation,
A bead of sweat upon your brow,
Seeking that slippery place
Of friction and agitation,
To find that celebration
     and relieve that tense sensation.
Letting go, without reservation,
A tremendous ejaculation.

O John,     O Jock,
You grand super-cock,
You throbbing, burning volcano
Looming over the Earth
          Erupting
Shooting your liquid fire
          Over the land
A million sperm with each spasm,
     rolling, squirming, swimming
Inexorably toward the
          Womb Sea.

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