Ode to My Penis
[Note #1: This poem is of course not in reality about my concrete penis, but rather it is about that "Abstract Universal Penis Hung On Us All That Squirts Life Into The Anima Mundane Everywhere" It also clearly exudes in structure as well as in content to the Passion of Jesus, to the soul of the True Adam, and to that blue guy in those Hindu pictures.------------------------The Poet]
or Opus 2, The Finished Poem
(c) Dr Wes Browning
[Note #2: The poem is in four stanzas because the number four is so often neglected and ignored. It really is a cool number and more poems should be written with four stanzas. Appropriately, number signs (#) are used to separate the four stanzas from each other, according to the scheme:
1 # 2 3 4 ---The Poet's Dick] There is a part of me # He's not like a tree, I consider the Keenest- # You'd know if you'd seen us, From out of Him I pee; # But He gives me great glee I call him my Penis. # My happy friend Penis. Penis, Penis, Penis, # Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, # Penis, Penis, Penis, From out of Him I pee; # But He gives me great glee I call him my Penis. # My happy friend Penis. ######################## OnceHeContrivedToGetFree AndPlay about between us. And we made,of ourselves, one of our we- When ALAS Mr.Penis Became Mr. Weenus. Weenus, Weenus, Weenus, Weenus, Weenus, Weenus, When ALAS Mr.Penis Became Mr. Weenus. ################## Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, Penis, From out of Him I come, I call Him my best friend, My happy companion, My good buddy, Mr.Penis.