No.

Thus spins the ball of
a dollarstore pen
embedding it's head
into college ruled
virgin spread
 
With phallic strokes
emissions etch
& and seep in
thick & inky
a touch beyond the chroma  
of smoke
to burn and poke friable eyes
 
Acrid angst pours
from this hard plastic shaft
I ejaculate  
& impregnate pages
with privy postulations  
fucking your conventions
into feeble subjugation  
 
Because words WILL  
flow
spurting from swelled
souls springs
the rich discharges of dreams  
shot from evocative minds
provocative rousings of poetic kind
 
Potent & virile
procreant protests throb
syllabic surges  
of emphatic blows
 
We'll lash our language against control
cold & closed  
climaxing in inspired conquests  
from the force of Censorship's throes