Oh great phallus, Master of my life and yours. We try to control you, But somehow you are still the master.
You have a will of your own, Getting long and hard whenever…. Any time during the day, And how many times at night?
And to think you’ve been doing this Since we were both lads. With no idea what was happening, You were always in charge!
You’re much larger now that we’re older. Not only longer, but also thicker—wider around, And settled at the apex of the dark pubic triangle That shamelessly always points to you!’”
Aroused when near your brothers, And certainly when we look at them. We can’t admire masculine beauty Without you thinking it’s all about you!
Well, maybe it is! You may be the king, sovereign lord, but We also pay homage to your loyal princes Beneath your great scepter’s sway.
Ode to the Phallus
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Oh great phallus,
Master of my life and yours.
We try to control you,
But somehow you are still the master.
You have a will of your own,
Getting long and hard whenever….
Any time during the day,
And how many times at night?
And to think you’ve been doing this
Since we were both lads.
With no idea what was happening,
You were always in charge!
You’re much larger now that we’re older.
Not only longer, but also thicker—wider around,
And settled at the apex of the dark pubic triangle
That shamelessly always points to you!’”
Aroused when near your brothers,
And certainly when we look at them.
We can’t admire masculine beauty
Without you thinking it’s all about you!
Well, maybe it is!
You may be the king, sovereign lord, but
We also pay homage to your loyal princes
Beneath your great scepter’s sway.