Hello, I present an appreciable bulge,
under my spacious forehead, spacious yes, like a room.
I call it the Great Penis and it works well, the Great Penis.
It is long inversely proportional to the dignity I will never have,
and it is very long, therefore.
With it I listen to music, I eat, I do my business and I burp
(“eh!”, you will all say at once).
But above all I listen to songs with it,
and every now and then I stick it somewhere, as you rascals like.
You have so many holes that my Great Stick gets heavy indecision
every time I want to stick it in some hole with no decorum at all.
But you, do you really listen to music with the Great Penis?
Yes yes, don’t be insistent.
But above all I use it to fill
fill every one of your orifices.
The Great Penis has no balls, and that is its torment
And that is why I love it, because it has no balls
but I put it everywhere with millions of sparks,
in cold nights when people rise
with the smell of onanism, in inconsistent pleasure.
. . .
And how do I speak, you might ask, how do I express words?
I don’t speak, my Wise Ass speaks, my offspring.
My Wise Ass is very educated, and he likes to speak
don’t worry, I don’t use it for defecating.
But my Wise Ass does not listen to music frequently.
Still, my Wise Ass translates well
what my Great Penis thinks,
it translates and speaks about the penetrations into your orifices;
it talks about them openly, without fake names
as if it itself had penetrated,
and as if it were my Great Penis talking about the famous entrance;
But then how does my Great Penis speak
if it also has to hear well?
But it can’t do it, you’ll say, can’t it?
Never was a Great Penis seen to speak and listen together,
right?
In fact my Great Penis does not speak, I already told you I listen to music with it,
with my Great Penis, a delightful instrument.
And who speaks then?
My Wise Ass, I explained earlier.
Did you forget, or is it just neglect?
It is my Wise Ass that speaks clearly
And who am I, you might often ask?
Ah, but I am the Great Penis and my Wise Ass.
