The question isn’t who is going to let me; its who is going to stop me.Ayn Rand
A torn man.
Caught in the tug of war
Of three really beautiful ladies.
One tugs at my mind
The other at my heart
And the other, pulls at my penis.
I do not know
What to do
Do i extricate my mind?
And leave my heart blind to finding love,
And my penis burning with desire?
Or do i unclasp my heart?
From the grasp of the lady holding it
In exchange for a crazy mind
And a pissed penis?
Or do i follow where my penis points
And forget about making art
With the lady holding my heart?
And where shall i sow my seed
If i let go of the one my penis needs?
Such a dilemma i find myself in.
But i’ll have to choose, and soon
Lest i find myself being torn to pieces.
© 2019 The Poets Peace