Panoply of Penis Thoughts

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The joke’s that men’s alternative to brain

Is at the pointed end of penis.  There

Man’s other thinking organ wants to strain

The various imagined holes with hair

(And some without, as bald as penis head),

Yet openings without exception, slick

Preferred, but in a rape with blood instead

Or thrusts in bridal nights.  Meat will stick

Itself in front or back, or maybe in

Them both, and sometimes even up above

Between mouth’s lips.   Variety in sin

Is what the penis wants.  Never mind love.

  This other mind extended at the end

    Of flushed up flesh is thinking man’s best friend.

[The AI image produced by Grok was excellent.  Although it looked very much like a mushroom with a human brain at its top, which was the desired image, it was so successful in that task that the tidy e-minds now controlling our e-universe refused to load it into this post.  Those e-minds of course refused to say that this was because the image looked too much like a penis.  The AI images, several of them, produced by Bing’s AI to illustrate this sonnet were such a failure that the final one was allowed to be posted in this post.]

© Phillip Whidden