A fig that fate should come between us
And with the scalpel I cut off my penis
To many men it seems a loss
But to me I clear the dross
The useless, the unclean
I remove this prepos-terous appendage
that dangles twixt my thighs
A birth of hope from the womb of mine eyes
I see my wife, she is unsure,
She knows she can’t resist, my allure
But without a cock she’s not best pleased
Now there is no cause to be on her knees
But I hate that turgid strumpet of a member
Lest I not forget and forever remember
That it drives me on to wanton lust
That under its inauspicious thrust
I am propelled on paths to vice
To life among the rats and mice
In the sewers of society’s filth
I am a eunuch now this day
I serve the sultan for my pay
And not one of his beautiful concubines
Can rouse in me what I have thrown to the lions
My dick is gone
‘Tis a nub - not long
And yet I sing my merry song
And now I knew it all along
Life is good without a dong
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