My Life, Now.

I asked, “Exactly, how did my penis become
so utterly ugly,
gnarled, knobbly,
and a lot less fun?”

“With age.”
Said the wise old, medicine woman sage,
pointing and waving her shillelagh
between my crossed legs
sat in front of her

“Did you expect to go on,
as strong as ever?
Your muscles and glands
all fully functioning and in working order?”

“In some respects,” I replied,
“I did,
as no one had warned me –
in fact, many people lied and denied!”
I cried.

“Anyway, dry away your tears.
You can still get it up!”
Said the wise old, medicine woman sage,
as she hitched her dress high,
straddled and readied to squat.

“For the sake of vanity,
less fun for you, maybe.
But not for me!
Oh no, not for me,
not for me, not for me, not for me!”

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