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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Born without a Phallus Arigbe, the first and last child of his parents named after the famous Arigbe leaf a wild magical spice only used by women who need to spice up their love lives his father’s love for his mother lacked spice at the time he was born so she named him Arigbe but after Arigbe was born his father’s phallus stopped working worst still, Arigbe was even born without a phallus No , no Phallus ! Arigbe is the future Arigbe is the next generation but Arigbe is nothing without a Phallus Arigbe lives in a society where masturbation is in vogue perhaps, if Arigbe had a Phallus he would've been a master of masturbation or maybe not. Today, Arigbe stands accused of masturbating with the silhouette of a setting sun but I'm as confused as Arigbe here. can sunset induce arousal? with what Phallus , if at all so? Arigbe’s predicament compels me to ask why do people always blame the mouse for the sins of cockroaches? Arigbe has become a man now naked women lurking around him, but Arigbe is tired of trying. many times he’d tried exploring the sweetness of that thing people call “honey” I mean the one you see when you lift a skirt. poor Arigbe, never gets to finish his quests. always stock in the middle of a wet desert, face to face with coitus dilemma: heart pounding with biased optimism, but his treasure is padlocked, and the key though supposedly between his legs, unavailable. yes! Unavailable. like when you'd dialed a lost phone number. Arigbe could hear his neighbors ravish their wives. he stays awake, nights upon nights of endless moans and rhythm of ecstasy. he feels nothing but goosebumps. goosebumps. Only goosebumps that’s all there is for him to feel nothing more, nothing less Arigbe’s mates have become fathers some are even grandfathers but Arigbe is yet to raise his face for fear of being mocked to his face no one understands his race even his parents blame him for being born without a Phallus oh, dear Arigbe If you say life is cruel I will understand. What is this life without a Phallus anyway?
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