virile

...'my balls'
...I say 'my balls'
a pat answer when something of doubt is placed before me
it'll do, til something more is demanded of me
then tis 'shall I slice them for you?'
or should you slice them yourself?
or would you prefer them completely squooshed?
are they now in your preferred manner?
so that you may mold me according to your whim
or is my fruit not sweet enough for you?
you've tasted enough, you should know
I opened the door and gave my offerings a mighty shove
have I become merely to be settled on or left to prune?
it was no good for desperation drove me on...
and with not a single witness to back up my intent
I tried to make it look like an accident
that was my big mistake...
for then I had a lot of planning to do
and the one thing that I had failed to do
...was wind my watch
it seemed like there was no hurry
for you were easy prey
but when I thought it was time to spring the trap
...I found that my watch had stopped
was then...my balls did drop
exposing my aim...my weakness
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Posted: Apr 2011

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Comments (2)

agoodguy2have
hedi, this piece is very good on many levels. cryptic and amusing, rounded and confusing, outstanding and deMANding! ;-)
superman30
a rooster will always end up at..one gate;works for the other side,too.
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