Saturday, April 11, 2009

Ode to a forlorn buddy.

Plastic Parts

Its not a pistol I'm packing
but a warm latex friend
the tubes that are extending
have a personal bend.

With a kidney now missing
and a piece of my heart
my southern component
looks like
strange modern art.

There's no coming or going
with my new rubber pal
just a big fear of knotting or getting snagged
by the towel.

So you lucky old fellows
who can grab it and stand
treasure your pleasures
take your matters in hand.

For I am hooked up to
an inglorious beast
in all matters of pissing
I like the Foley the least.

Robert Sommers © 2009

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