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i dare you to NOT be enchanted by erectile dysfunction poetry

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.

This Post Has 3 Comments

  1. Ellie

    i like the power in your pants. mmm, i’ll be woman in your hands!

  2. grace

    they write poetry for medicine now??
    though I must admit, I was rather taken.

  3. pulley-whipped

    i was taken too. it’s sad when viagra inspires you to rhyme. or something.

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