“God having a penis.
The reasons, Dr. Morgan Rutherford;
I spent time by myself alone
and no one came.”
“And you say God has a penis?
Why can he not have problems
with his asshole?
Or, viscosity and talking lips
that ramble the fates of men?”
“But Doc, how glorious should I die
in the stillness of the countryside
with a 12-gauge shotgun
blowing my fucking brains out?
Stallions run outside.
Oak trees dream under that sky.
My parents would say ‘O my God’,
God would die with me,
would he not?”
“Well yes, yes, I am doctor.”
– Poetry by W.T. tuqMairtin
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