Monday, July 17, 2006

The Golden Age of My Balls

I feel that somehow we've gotten away from what made my poetry so popular. It's back to basics. Back... to The Golden Age of My Balls.

When trouble slobbers
at your
door

and the tomatoe juice sings
its red,
red
praises

alloverthefront
of your
really,
really comfortable
sweater;

note that your balls

yes,

YOUR balls

are in flight.

Heed not the call
of other peoples's balls

when they say...

"You're dick is so small
you
probably
pee on your balls..."

take not offense.

They are merely
jealous
of the size of your balls

and wish
for
adventure.

These days
are the
GOLDEN AGE OF YOUR BALLS.

Cherish these days
as you
would
a
full glass
of
red, red
buttery
wine.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey, cocksucker do you know how the swallow spits?

huh, do ya fuckface?

heh heh

TAKE IT EASY, CHEESY.

July 17, 2006  

Post a Comment

<< Home