Penis Dialogue

Don't take this personally, I just put words in the mouth of the penis,  
and this is how I think most of them would speak.  
   
Unlike the vagina I don't need all that hair.  
No, I rise above it, can do without it quite nicely, thank you.  
I can do with it, too, I'm cosmopolitan, I go with the flow.  
As a matter of fact,  
I really don't have anything in common with her.  
Vagina, that is.  
It is a give and take thing, know-whot-I-mean?  
I give, she takes.  
Oh, sure, I know.  
She likes to turn it around to where it sounds just the opposite.  
Like she is giving it up.  
Ha!  
Don't get me started, here, I'm the thrower, she's the catcher.  
What’s that?  
You say penis's go places we ought not to?  
Sure do.  Uh, huh.  
That's cause, cuz; I got a head and mind of my own.  
I may be attached to the body of a dufuss  
but I go where I want to, hell with him.  
And after it is over and dufuss is on bended knees  
apologizing  
for straying,  
I'm laughing my ass off.  
Sure, I get dufuss into trouble.  
But, hey!  Did you see the redhead he was with last night?  
Trouble is something you gotta deal with.  
Right?  
I mean, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.  
There is no love quite like a man's love for me.  
His penis.  
That is how he is made.  
The world revolves around me and the two cousins.  
I don't know.  
How would I know if it is right?  
That's just the way he is made.  
Like that book said,  
Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus.  
Viva la différence!  
Now, I don't know nuttin' about Venus,  
but I do about Mars.  
Warlike.  
Red planet.  Desolate.  Rough terrain.  
Like testosterone-laced and ready for action.  
men.  
A fist-fight.  
Love-fest.  
We penis's and our two cousins are not all that into  
"feelings."  
No matter how smarmy the modern estrogen-saturated  
vaginas of the world nag us.  
Oh, we say we feel your pain.  
We say want to cuddle.  
We lie.  
We don’t care about your pain.  
We do care about our blue-balls.  
If cuddling is considered foreplay  
we're up to about two minutes of it before tumultuous,  
knock-down-drag-out . . . SEX!  
Shocked?  
Shouldn't be.  
I don't think you are.  
Know what I think?  
Deep within you, there is a yearning for the  
rough and ready guy.  
Not the oh, so sensitive and lavender scented  
modern male.  
Can't call him a man.  
Male.  
Well, us penis's didn't change.  
That's the trouble.  
The vulnerable, sensitive, Metro-sexial male  
is at odds with nature.  
And God.  
I hear it from women everyday.  
"There are no men left."  
"All the men I know are gay."  
Yes.  
And you vagina's are the true victims.  
Yes.  
Along with us penis's.  
You have suffered from lacko'penis.  
A sad, new disease.  
In retaliation  
you turn to other vagina's for solace.  
But that ain't the same.  
And you know it.  
So, girls, women, of the world,  
join the fight for the betterment of mankind.  
mankind.  
Uh, huh.  Not womankind.  Or personkind.  
Mankind.  
Join the fight for freedom to live your lives  
free.  
Free from the sensitive male.  
Free to be manhandled.  
Join today.  
Join  

Put  
Ecstasy  
Not  
Insecurities as  
Standard bearer.  
   
©October 25, 2016 / Houma, LA