It's all about the dick really
I stroke it off and on
If it's happy then I know
Half the battle is won
Otherwise it keeps bothering me
With a list of things to do
Mostly about penetrating females
Makes a frivolous ass of you
I'd be a father of a million
If my dick found a way
Reality is a stingy hitch
Alas, I have none today
It jaded me at sixteen
My hand stuck like glue
Now almost fifty it squeaks "I'm alive"
Hardly once in a month or two
I can't imagine how it changed my life
It's really been a good friend
It makes females more interesting
A fallacy after you're spent
But it's dying I think
It's shriveled shut most of the time
Emasculated buffoon in free fall
I'm a wimp past his prime
I'm canceled and my dick is sick
The cancel culture wins big
Society's shtick through my ass
Owned by irascible pigs
My goal post has moved out
I'm restricted by corner walls
I can only have an orgasm now
If I had gigantic balls
My life sucks donkeys
Even masturbation isn't any fun
I've been robbed off all the flavors
I should just eat the gun
Or maybe I'll stay alive
Maybe the dick will find a way
An yet to come spray of sperm
Future waits another day
