dick health

A poem.


porn stars champion against STDs;
their charters of rights & freedoms,
but what if it hurts to pee?
is that still statistically-considered a disease
if you’ve been yanking on your widget since you were thirteen,
and now you’re thirty-four
and when you stand over the bowl
you’re afraid you’ll shit your pants with how hard you extoll?

guys who look in as prime a healthy life
as a diet of fish & mustard could suffice,
but if you work in the industry for five years or more,
doesn’t your dick get bored?
you’ve seen every body type imaginable
and even degrading them won’t bring out your animal.
you’ve done gay shoots; straight shoots –
and that one time
you stood at one end of a room to see how far you could slime –

and it’s still kaput!

i imagine one of these goofy-looking women-choking dudes
with a twelve-inch cock hanging in his doctor’s waiting room
cause he can’t get a hard-on; the pee comes out in dribbles:
“i can’t stand it anymore, and neither can Mr. Nibbles!”
“well, pull it out for me”
the doctor insists,
and even he’s envious he’s never seen such a big dick
although i’m sure in the San Fernando Valley they have specialists
who have seen all kinds of enormous penises.

he prods it from afar with the nub of his pen
and throws it out & says it’s for “social distancing”.
“isn’t there some sort of pill you can give me?”
“not for the sadness that is an aging wee-wee.”

i mean, this is all hypothetical.
i don’t know any porn stars who could give me proof,
nor have i WebMD’d for the truth.

//jf 9.18.2021


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