Life as a Penis

Life as a Penis is funny.
It has it's ups and downs, for sure.
When up, it feels like walking tall.
Down is something it just endures.

Hanging around boxers all day,
Is not his favorite abode.
He would much rather hang freely,
Out in his au naturel mode.

When seated uncomfortably,
Especially in tight places,
He often must remain that way,
Due to stupid social graces.

When the blood rushes to his head,
And he's held in blue jean jail,
The ladies might like seeing it,
But to him it's a living hell.

There are those times where he's set free,
Locker rooms and open showers,
But if a grower, not a shower,
He'd rather hide in his boxers.

And what's with having those two twins,
Always tugging, dragging him down.
It's bad enough to sleep with them,
But lugging those bags around town?

Whenever he is needed for,
Disposing of natural waste,
He runs the risk of being zipped,
And is shaken twice in post-haste.

We all know his other purpose,
But he can't always have that fun.
He does get some handy practice,
And almost daily shoots his gun.

What he really loves is pussy,
That nice and tight slippery glove.
On rare events he gets anal,
In that tight hole he Loves to shove.

It's not as fun, but still it's good,
When a raincoat he's asked to wear.
Yes, he still gets to shoot his load,
But he would rather do it bare.

He also loves a warm, wet mouth,
Especially one he comes in,
But if he has to pull it out,
It's just as fun to paint some skin.

So that's a glimpse of what it's like,
To be what some call a "manhood."
There are brief moments of pleasure,
But mostly, it's like "servanthood."