i dare you to NOT be enchanted by erectile dysfunction poetry 3


from my spam folder, again.

Penis dances, penis sings
Erectifix has given wings.
Have woman in your hands,
have power in your pants.

Wow, right? I wonder if I can top it.

My trouser snake has died.
Many nights I’ve cried.
Erectifix is the perfect cure,
except in terms of staving off the terrible inadequacy and gullibility problems I have. That, and I can’t stop littering.


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