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Where's the beef?

I was expecting verses about the fleshy wiener, the long John, the pink pencil...

Then again... Why did I expect anything?

UPDATE: Found the poem... My computer decided I was not to read it but I read it anyways...

I'm 47 and the damn thing I got will not behave. Damn thing is still starving for attention! I get up in the morning and the damn thing is staring right at me asking, "where are the women?" And it gets MAD at me when I tell it to look around and tell me if it sees any women. That is when the argument begins.


I really need to find a GF soon or my dick is going to strangle me in my sleep!