General Poetry posted March 12, 2019

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It's the little things in life that matter.

Flying Pubic Hair

by Xian Ding

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O Lord! Up there!
It's my flying pubic hair!
Someone flicked them with a spoon,
And now they're flying to the moon.
My short and curlies were dear to me,
And had been so since puberty.
It is cruel and it's unfair,
That now I am so bald down there.
Some say 'tis just a patch of fur,
But they made my nads feel so secure.
Without them now, my balls are cold,
And now I don't look quite so old.
The locker room talk has been divided,
On wheth'r I should leave or try to hide it.
I pray to see my pubes again.
I'll hug'em and kiss'em, and quickly then,
I'll put them back where they belong,
So I can sing another song.
And when I find the guy that flicked'em,
I'll take his pubes and promptly kick'em.
Until that day, I only swear,
Please God! Give back my pubic hair!

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