Showing posts with label Dicks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dicks. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 10, 2017
TAKING A LEAK IN URINALS MADE OF PYRITE
All men peek
at urinals
at men
who stand
next to them
surreptitiously
checking size.
Their eyes
on a swivel
as mine were
the other evening.
O, my,
I said
to myself:
Trump,
on my right,
had a dick
like a wrinkled spigot;
Vlad had the head
of a marble.
I turned
to my left,
I turned
to my right
& zipped up
slowly.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2017
Labels:
Dicks,
Donald Trump,
pissing wars,
Russia,
urinals,
USA,
Vladimir Putin
Thursday, April 21, 2016
TRUMP THIS!!!
I gotta Big Cock!
That's right! Big!
Very Big!
I mean Big!
Cock.
Big.
My father had a big one.
Grandfather, too.
Come from a long line
of Big Cocks!
Yes, I do! Big.
My great great grandfather
had a schlong so big
that after he took a piss
he didn't shake it out,
he had to kick the fuckin thing.
That's right.
Big!
One tough man.
And a smart man.
Went to The Yukon
in the Gold Rush days.
He had a huge huge huge
Penis. Yes he did.
Opened a whorehouse
& a restaurant;
he fucked em
& fed em. That's right.
Talk about pole numbers!
What a pole he had!
The train is leaving
the station; the sad-eyed
ladies are rowing home;
the Big Top
is shuttered
as the laughing bones
lie bleaching
in the sun.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2016
Labels:
Ancestors,
Cocks,
Dicks,
Donald J. Trump,
Donald Trump,
food,
Hard Candy,
Lineage,
Penis,
poles,
The End of Days,
Trump,
whores
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