"Verbal Intercourse"

My phallic organ is throbbing wildly/simply put,

I have to skeet

 

The paper waited for my release, I quickly nutted

right on the sheet

 

I arrange my semen wisely, so that none of it gets

wasted

 

If you really thirst for Wisdom, open your mouth, I'll

let you taste it

 

Slowly sliding down your throat, pretty soon you'll

be giving birth

 

Don Poetiq's babies number millions/understand it

for what it's worth

 

People perish from lack of Knowledge...cerebral

sperm is what you need

 

There's just one thing that keeps you barren...you

have to fertilize the seed

 

Incubate this poem, and think more deeply...the Pearls

embedded to surely grow

 

The Final Days are now upon us, you best be acting like

you know...

 

Some of this poem to you seemed dirty, hold your peace,

I'll tell you more

 

Get your thoughts up out the gutter, it was just a

metaphor

 

I always come correctly to everyone I meet a Friend

 

Therefore, I'm never sleazy...the ''Phallic Organ''

is just my pen

 

My quill spills just like my , can you feel

the saturation?

 

Jerking out poems to lift your spirits...aaahh... Poetiq

masturbation

 

Still, some hearts are stiffly frozen, to grasp my words

they often try

 

I wish my ink was real cum, so I could bust off in

 their eye

 

Maybe then they'll see more clearly as

Mental Jism removes the plaque

 

Death Through Ignorance now averted, your Spiritual Life

is back on track

 

When everything is finally over, and all the truths have

been unfurled

 

I'll kiss my notebook, what a lover...and smoke a Bluntville

with my girl

 

 

"Verbal Intercourse"