In praise of impotence

 

I'll tell you about my physical state

Though you may find it too intimate

I contradict masculinity

I'm totally impotent phallicly

 

I'm impotent, my willy won't rise

I'm impotent, though you'd be surprised

I may be impotent phallicly

But I'm very much alive personally.

 

Saddam and Bush may have strong prongs

But they treat their willies as rockets and bombs

But my spare hormones don't worry me

I'm very much at peace politically

 

I'm impotent, my rockets won't rise

My gun is an earthworm in disguise

I've no ammunition, and I think you'll agree

That I'm very much at peace politically

 

Now, you may say I have no love

'Cos the thing in my trousers wcan't rise above

But there's one good thing about not being erect

My women friends may feel less threat

 

There are many ways to love your lover

Ways that many men never discover

My fingers and tongue have sensitivity

And I'm very much alive erotically

 

I'm Impotent, my willy won't rise

But life is short, so I improvise

I may be impotent phallicly

But I'm very much alive erotically

 

Now you may burble when you're in your cups

That I'm not a man 'cos I can't get it up

I may not have stories for your pub-crawl group

But I've no complaints about brewer's droop

 

And you may say my songs lack grit

'Cos though I'm alive I miss the best of it

My willy may be soft, but on one thing I'm firm

My songs will long outlive your sperm

I'm impotent, I can only piss

I'm impotent, but think of this

I'm impotent, but to make amends

My ego isn't tied to my cock-end

 

I'm impotent and life is fine

I'm impotent and the world is MINE

I may be impotent phallicly

But I'm very much alive and I love being me.

 

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