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