There's poetry in my balls,
Bubbling up as jizz,
Something I've noticed,
When I take a piss.
Every sperm carries a word,
The seminal fluid aids the flow,
The fungus on my rod,
Always a fluorescent glow.
My limericks like my limbs,
Always in akimbo,
Power in the superlatives,
I go for the goofy gung-ho.
I am rude, but it's the prude,
That I think are missing out.
Language like flowing urine,
Irrigates every spout.
I wish people would pay attention,
To the wonderful in reality,
I'm amazed at how seriously,
My pants get very shitty.
Come hither, play with words,
Enjoy my fancy with me,
Rewarded with a mind to think,
Good things are always free.
