Impotence Poems - Poems about Impotence

God's name is Pootidoodle Don't use it in vain. He had a limp noodle -- This caused him psychic pain. He took a blue pill that made him ill Then whipped it out and spun about And got it bit off by the devil's poodle....

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When the geometry of sombra seems to have a life of its own on the underworld walls, above the surface arrogance takes shape believing that it is more intelligent than, I, who can see the train coming. Uncertainty won’t bother impotence resting on earth’s shoulders, and Sleeping Giant can wait forever for the lost sailor. What...

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Wolfgang sits alone in a Berlin bar Plying drink to drink's still darker state, Depressed, alone, and full of hate For what he has become. Young backpack enters and with uncertain Tongue a conversation starts, until late Drinking talk is done and Wolfgang must Depart, but bids young backpack home With prospects of a sheltered night and promise Of...

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We treat impotence with a science, And, we are proud of the results! Twenty percent of our clients, Were jailed for sexual assaults!...

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Impotent midst towering arrogance carnality denies... my soul seeks Your power*, Lord evidencing wondrous transformation I’m blessed with --- Your miracle of new birth imparting me divine nature verily possible by Your grace through faith in You the Omnipotent GOD Who granted me eternal life wrought by Your loving sacrifice my spirit worshipfully thanks. *Ephesians 6:10 Finally, my brethren, be strong in the Lord,...

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Impotence On a Friday night, after being dropped off By the combies paMushika-shika, I opted For a quick thriving by the darks, Ana sisi Pamumvuri. A quick one to say to quench. My absurd sexual appetite, lips left so dried Two steps forth, leaking my white rimmed, Mouth in appreciation of a sultry maze, In Front as I...

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Striking beauty from a dinner gown and the jean the absolute chase of sorrow through the dry gin cursed is the hopeful bed and night mockery on masculine might the whole stays wonderful but bad is the engine....

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