Innocuous you said
Was the name you named your cock
5 inches of fun but also stealth [note possible connection with stealth bodily invasion which is bad]
Alchemists once thought
They could make gold from something inert
Also that’s your cock
Inebriated
Smiling like Dylan Thomas
I thought of the rock
That’s above your gems
Which makes me the Chief of Staff
Liquid like the Thames
All the books I have
They are so ineffective
When I try to block
Thinking of your cock
My brain doesn’t need a foot [or heart]
Five inches is fine
No one seems to know
How to drive stick nowadays
Leave that up to you