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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"
