Innocence

A virginal banana gives birth to his inner masculine peculiarities by peeling back the layers of his latent sexual machinery. Self-gratification is an insincere occupation, a contemptuous pleasure-seeking leisure interest, satisfied only by the dexterity of one’s lust filled imagination. Alas, he could only handle his own diminutive stature if his blossoming bonanza was viewed through the magnifying glass of a short-sighted, armless geriatric. Oh, to be a child whose soul ambition is to play doctors and nurses with the girl(s) next door.