| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| My penis hurts. From all the wear and tear I've put on it, my penis hurts. It aches it quakes at times it shakes it doesn't matter if I'm baked my penis always hurts. From constant use my penis strains it's sensitive it feels all pains it starts to hum whene'er it rains it's tired of my rain-day games oi, my penis hurts. It's just no fun what I've done to my gun it will not run when I ask, won't come it doesn't work for anyone because my penis hurts. From constant use some say abuse it's turned chartreuse - MY penis, that's whose! If you'd care to peruse you'd be amused how I've misused my excuse for talking to the ladies. To see my dick you'd quickly split and make departures hasty. I've done such things with small cock rings I've cursed this thing that makes me sing I've made my penis hurt. |