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.
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