Once upon a time between now and then

People milled about the city

Among fetid trash and rats and piss

Cement and steel, dull and gritty

 

They ministered to their tight schedules

Occasionally pausing just to stare

So long as they weren’t involved,

Why should they spend precious time to care?

 

It was a typical gloomy urban day

When the grey clouds parted in the skies

And an enormous penis descended down

While the people watched with awestruck eyes

 

It throbbed as it hovered over them

A humongous blood-engorged phallic god,

And it drooled a golden seltzer juice

From the crimson tip of its erect rod

 

As the people looked on horrified

While the shaft continued to leak

They were even more shocked to discover

That it was even able to speak

 

It talked in a deep, omnipotent voice

From the orifice at the end of the cock

And people listened intently to hear

If it visited to praise them, or to mock

 

And the Penis said:

 

“I have thus appeared in an image

That you are most able to comprehend

Yet I announce that I must hurry

For I have other affairs to attend

 

“Let me tell you not to give up on each other

In each heart, there is something of worth

It is the one with the capacity to love

Who is the richest man on this Earth

 

“So do not neglect those who love you

For they don’t mean any malice nor pain

They’re the ones who will be there for you

To shelter you from the cold raging rain”

 

With those simple words, the ground quaked

And a great crevice split in the road

Then the Penis entered this chasm

Where it violently unleashed its load

 

The crevice next began to fuse

The Penis disappearing within it

And the people watched with eyes aghast

Wondering how the huge organ could fit

 

From dark jagged cracks in the concrete

Flowers of all shapes and colors bloomed,

People, though, soon grew disinterested

And alas the entire world was doomed

 

They started to trudge their separate ways

Only concerned with their business, when

The celestial sun had begun to set

But it would never rise up again

Thats Deep

Thats Deep

 

LMAO

 

I'm sorry Irish, you made me spit out my coffee!

Seems to me the author of this poem was the internet if it could communicate. I have all sorts of wonderful and beautiful things for you to see. But you only look at dicks. Doomed.

 

Liked.

Are those dicks on men or women

I think this poem was telling me to have sex. 

 

Also liked. 

That was interesting, but I liked it.

It is very deep.