And That's All I Ams
My ball sack has grown
While my p-n-s, much shorter,
Is now only known
For its passing of water
Which it does like clockwork
Twice every hour
So to save my poor cock work
I piss in the shower
Once at the start
And again, at the end
With a syncopated fart
That I add to the blend.
I’m just an old, faded failure
Who has run out of damns
But like Popeye the Sailor
I ams what I ams,
© Barry Freeman April 2021
Copyright © Barry Freeman | Year Posted 2021
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