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God Probably Dislikes This Poem Because It Employs Naughty Words And Naughty Thoughts But The Jokes On Him I Haven't Been Paying Attention Since Third Grade

My penis is big sometimes
Like fucking HUGE
But most of the time it is small
And I call it penis wenus
But when he is big
I like to call him John
After my father
Who would beat me because it was raining
And the tomato plants were split
Sometimes John intrudes
On the ladies' silk curtained opera houses
Forces himself to be seated
Like I'm forcing this metaphor
Onto the page and
Into your brain
I can hear him slapping
And I'm not sure if I'm in the room or not
Until I come off the high
Of some damn fine opera
And the tears mix with
Juicy Juices
(100% Juice)
But mostly I just stroke my penis wenus
And cry alone when it rains
Because John isn't there to beat me
Anymore

I used to like Spaghetti O's
But for fuck's sake I'm not five
Anymore