Poetry

Stone me once, fool yourself twice
It doesn’t matter if you’re men or mice,
Your shadow is straighter only then my cock-
leans to the side and hard as a rock.
I see your hips smiling, trembling-
Wondered when you’d come by me begging,
I never knew men could be so weak
They’re so proud of the way they speak
But I bet you one thing, they always sing
When I bend them over to kiss my ring.
Most men look brutal but fear my sting
Of my adorable penis who loves mostly brown kings,
Mighty men fall under my sway
Homos they’re called but never by day