Poem

Pornography, proclicivity,

Pornivity, porclivty, what is it to me that you show me your willy?

Now really, Billy!

What you doing there with that hand,

Boy,

Did not anyone ever tell you that its not grand,

You are not a star,

But a mere likeness of a human going ahhh,

Pornography, proclivity,

Pornivity, proclivity, what is to me that you show me your willy?
Stroke it baby, yeah, stroke it good,

Ain’t it wonderful to see that, hear that sound of uuuuuh!

Like someone being shot in the hood,

But here your stroking or should I saw polishing your rifle,

Back and forth,

So fast and it comes out when your gun is straight as the Eifel,

Shooting up north

Pornography, proclivity,

Pornivit,y proclivity, what is to me that you show me your willy?
baby you are already so beautiful,

Why do you do this,

Selling your body to become mere foder for the eyes,

Don’t you know that what they say is lies,

Easy money,

No way,

There is something you have to surrender for that pay,

Your sense of being wonderful

As just who you are,

Without someone judging on how far,

You shoot,

Or the size of your cock,

Cut or uncut,

You are beautiful!

Maybe I should given in

To this proclivity and just (lust)

Let it be

My sister is in the business (apparently),

So why not just consume from it,

With glee.

But wait, what is there in it so see?