My 45 Year Old Penis vs. The Penis Of My Youth
Where do we start here?
Do we start with girth? Ok, Wait! This poem interrupted
By today’s news that Trumpcare failed to make it off its own runway
Or into the connected sex pool
Or through the front gates of its cold hearted corporate owned
Slaughterhouse of money-first-doom
And now Paul Ryan looks worse than sad Ben Affleck
After the shitty reviews
Of Superman Martha’s Batman had poured in
Trump’s been forced to double the dose of his daily denial enemas
In an attempt to convince himself and everyone else
That he didn’t just lose BIGLY! because losing is for losers
And he’s not one of them guys, he’s a kung fu narcissist
Which means he couldn’t have been defeated so BIG LEAUGE! today
Unless he really wanted to be
Which means he must have planned it this way
Which means: HA!
And if that wasn’t enough
Mayte’s written a memoir of her love
and life with Prince?!
I had no idea how much
I wanted to read this thing
Until I just now found out that it exists
MARTHAAAAAAAAA! I mean Mayte!
I mean shit, I’m in such a good mood right now
I don’t want to do what I’d just sat down and started doing
I just wanna listen to a whole bunch of Prince tunes
and read Vonnegut and write something else after
I don’t feel like talking about my dick right now
We can talk about my dick later
Today was a good day