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Blues for My Lost Virility
Now I am old and tired and sick
My c*ck's like a candle without a wick,
No tender flames set it alight
From sweet companions in the night!
My female friends think I'm a wimp
Because my organ's soft and limp,
Gone are the days when, as a boy,
It was my pride and favourite toy!
Now there's no s*men, there's no sp*nk,
I think that I'll become a monk,
I will be pure and celibate,
No longer able to masturbate!
There is no solace in growing old,
I have no lady's hand to hold,
I'm sleeping soundly in my bed,
Sexless and passive and nearly dead!
poem
by
John Thorkild Ellison
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