My phallus has been put to use
My heart though, not as much
Maybe they should make a truce
Before the next feminine touch
A beautiful muse of passion and wisdom
To make me feel lucky
But oftern when the day is done
I've settled for some suckie-suckie
If i had that virtue with open eyes
To a ground-held angel I'd be led
But as I've proved through previous tries
I think with the wrong head
So here still now I sit
In the class of Oedipus theme
Memories of unloved clit
And my muse still but a dream