The writings of Oddpoet

The trial of the lov­ing penis

The court room was bright and hot
Lit by the fire of revul­sion
Heated by the pas­sion of hatred

The two judges’ left and right tes­ti­cle
Sat aloof, con­de­scend­ing
As they gazed at the gath­er­ing of pricks

The pros­e­cu­tor stood erect, engorged, stiff and unyield­ing
He approached the accused
“Speak your name penis!”
The accused by con­trast was small, with­ered, and flac­cid
When he looked up there was a calm dig­nity in his tiny penis eyes
“I am the lov­ing penis”

The court room erupted in stiff penisatic rage
“Your hon­ors his very words con­demn him!”
The prick turned to the lov­ing penis
“You are anath­ema, you defy our very nature”
Your job is to per­form and shoot your seed”
“Love is alien to our kind”
The pricks cheered at the prick’s accu­sa­tions
The two tes­ti­cles banged their gavels for order
“His words con­demn him the sen­tence is cas­tra­tion”
“But he has the right to speak his last words”

“The lov­ing penis spoke, though gen­tle and soft spo­ken his words boomed across the court room
“I can not change my nature; I can not per­form with­out love, car­ing, shar­ing or pas­sion.”
“I am part of a com­plex whole; I cement the bond of love between Man and Woman”
“It is through me Man and Woman become whole, one, divine, they become part of the eternal.”

The judges knew they could no longer hold back the prick’s rage
The lov­ing penis tiny head was placed upon the cas­tra­tion guil­lo­tine
And as the blade of death began its down­ward descent
The lov­ing penis looked up and spoke his last words

“I rather die for love then live for pleasure”

As his flac­cid head rolled across the floor most of the pricks laughed
But a few looked con­fused, thought­ful
The court room cleared
And the story ends.