The Measure of a Man

Yes, this is more poetry.  No, I wouldn't necessarily say that this piece is particularly serious.  

Sally and I got to talking about this on Sunday, I don't remember how, and it sort of stuck with me.  Wasn't necessarily expecting inspiration to strike, but what can you do?

The Measure of a Man

Sketch in My Notebook

I’ve known a lot of love in life

I’ve won my share of races

I even joined a yacht club once

And paid for my kids’ braces

I married a beauty, oh, it’s true

And I’ve got a nice career,

But there’s one more thing I’d like to have

One wish I can see clear:

I wish I had an eight inch cock

Above my hanging pair

So folk would stare and sigh with envy

And then they’d know despair.

I wish I had an eight inch penis

That’s three inches around

So folk would stare and sigh with envy

An envy that’s profound

The women, they’d shriek

And cry out in real, unfeigned alarm

At all that meat that’s hanging down

Like a fat ol’ baby’s arm.

And all the guys in the locker room

Would look down and then they’d say,

“Oh my God, would you look at that thing!”

Oh, they’d stare with horror and dismay.

I wish I had an eight inch cock

Above my hanging pair

So folk would stare and sigh with envy

And then they’d know despair.

I wish I had an eight inch penis

That’s three inches around

So folk would stare and sigh with envy

An envy that’s profound

It’s not that I want to hurt someone

I don’t need to cause any pain
I don’t need all that meat to please my spouse
Or to drive the girls insane

It’s not like I’m a bad lover,

No, I know that that’s not true

And a cock like that could hurt someone

If you’re not careful when you’re nude.

Still, I want the looks of sheer amazement

Of shock and fear and awe

I want to see the stunned silence

When my cock lays down the law

If I had and eight inch penis

That was three inches around

I wouldn’t even say nothin’

I’d let my silence speak aloud.

I wish I had an eight inch cock

Above my hanging pair

So folk would stare and sigh with envy

And then they’d know despair.

I wish I had an eight inch penis

That’s three inches around

So folk would stare and sigh with envy

An envy that’s profound

And now you know my story,

My desire, my secret itch
If I could have just one more thing

You know for what I’d wish...

I wish I had an eight inch cock

Above my hanging pair

So folk would stare and sigh with envy

And then they’d know despair.

I wish I had an eight inch penis

That’s three inches around

So folk would stare and sigh with envy

An envy that’s profound