Guided by hubris, his thoughts still unversed,

his eyes wander downward in search for her gaze.

Failing to see the might that is Hers,

Nescient to the flaws in his ways.

The fallacy of strength still salving his conscience,

A fortitude that is drawn from the junction

That is his and that of his kind, uniquely.

Finally kneeling to look up to Her confidence,

realizing now that his only function

is to serve that which is Hers, but weakly.

8 Responses to “Ode to the Pussy (By a German cocksucker)”

1. Konrad Oklova on January 13th, 2010 12:48 am

   Slightly lacking from a literary perspective, but the motif has strong relevance nonetheless.

2. The Fuhrer on January 13th, 2010 12:48 am

   Meter is totally absent as well.

3. Konrad Oklova on January 13th, 2010 12:50 am

   Absolutely agreed. This may sound cliché, but it seems as though this is more a case of “it is the thought that counts” than anything else.

4. The Fuhrer on January 13th, 2010 12:51 am

   But since these are thoughts from a cocksucker. . .they don’t count for much.

5. Konrad Oklova on January 13th, 2010 12:53 am

   Likely. You must have that person by whatever it is he has between his legs, for him to go out of his way like that without even being a literary luminary!

6. The Fuhrer on January 13th, 2010 12:55 am

   You really had to go “out of your way” to write that? Did I put you out much? Should I remit fiscal recompense?

7. Konrad Oklova on January 13th, 2010 12:58 am

   Considering that the author was a man, I’m sure he had a much harder time focusing what little he has in his head than you as a woman could ever imagine.

8. The Fuhrer on January 13th, 2010 1:01 am

   I personally do not. . .but I’m sure your wife appreciates the little head you have in between your legs.

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