Do It Yourself
Your penis always looked
shriveled.
Maybe because you squeezed out
all of its white sap
whenever you could, it dried out.
Even as a child,
when you would hold it in front of me
and tell me to taste
I thought it looked like a dried-up fruit.
Though, then it seemed like
a massive plantain.
Now, I see its too small to fuck
a mouse.
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