Some issues are hard to discuss
I’ve found this amongst most of us
A major or minor problem it may be
I wonder, do you suffer the same as me?
My nose is rather large you see
But my nose, you can see visibly
I have a need to discuss appendages
Which are covered for the sake of privacy
My problem is not singular
They hang down, in between
I cannot write the words
My meaning you must gleam
When I sit, there is this feeling
It travels through my nether parts
Those located above my knees
I could have them cut away
Is that not a little surgically confused?
If your balls were super sized
Would you have them removed?
I love the feeling I get when I sit
I makes me feel unique
And just by moving all around
I can give myself a tweak
I do talk of suffering,
It’s suffering per se
Tight fitting clothes can make a day seem long, almost tiresome
I wonder how others belonging in this group, get through their day?
Yep, poems are getting ruder as I’m getting more and more bored….
lockdown covid19 isolation poem…? an excuse perhaps? I’m using it.