Class size
(a comedy).
He was deluded all his life
That his tools could acquire
The penetration of the knife
Psycho-sexual surgeries require.
His attempts to stimulate the prize
For which the estrous females chatter
Could not simulate the size
For there always was one fatter.
Therefore he chastised the rich
To expiate minuteness
But all his words were at that pitch
Where truth is simply rudeness.
He fed upon carrion waste
That fell from rich men's platters
And knew with every morsel's taste
That size and class sure matters.
He retireth now in simpleness,
His mind still of foolish clatter.
He holds no hole in holiness -
His universe is flatter.
His wand, his word - a silent cup
In which he takes men's splatter,
For at last he's waking up:
Let his masculinity shatter.
A man can fuck someone so deep
Or rip his arse to tatters.
Aging thought arose from sleep
And wizenly chose the latter.
