I was having a crazy thought one day
What if Gymmie couldn’t come out to play
What if
He couldn’t get stiff
Stricken by that deadly E.D. disease
And no Viagra around to please
There would be no need for a medicinal wife
To massage it back to life
There would be no need for the right of man
(Or left for that matter)
To carry out a most needed plan
To free me from this dreamy wet thought
Of does she love me or love me not
Luckily
I awaken from this day dream fantasy
And my face is full with smile
As I’m ready to run the two minute mile
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