Knight with Lance
And so you dropped your semen
Into a nameless arse
On a dreamless, aimless evening
Marauding the blameless bars,
Liege to a ravishing weakness
That the manliest of men have known
When chivalry shriveled to meekness
At the hardening of the bone.
Ah, men! Ah, men! What ye as brothers
As a common burthen must bear
(Though some are bigger than others,
More ravenous, or cockier)
Impelling you to grandeur, glory,
Any channel long and tight,
Your legendary appetite.
Repeal then mutuality,
The contents of these forms undone
That shaped me to you, you to me,
Pure suit impugned by prurient one;
Extract the meaning from the words
With frantic, sycophantic measure,
And barter gentle love's accords
For snares to capture pleasure.
Thy pattern leave, that by degrees
May act as an inoculation
Against the heinous images
Wrought of your instigation:
Straight men bestriding crooked arses,
Each a temple, prehensile palace,
And every discharge, each catharsis,
An offering to the wry god Phallus.
The moral of this fairy tale
Merits your consideration
Be you male or fe-male,
Epitome of your generation:
What many sought none may possess,
No sooner caught than did I flee,
But succored in the wilderness
A knight who wept and drank from me.