"I am a penis amputee" by Joseph
Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 7:40 pm
'I am a penis amputee' is actually a pretty good poem, so far. I enjoyed what I have found (posted 03-20-2001). Is 'Joseph' still around? Ever finish or 'post' the other-half? No direct links (it was 2001), thought I'd go public here.
I would enjoy seeing it complete, in proper (poem) format, (though, I don't know what style he was going for).
I'm a penis amputee. I cut off my own cock. I'm as pleased as I can be. To others, it's a shock.
When I first began to plan the deed, I don't recall. But as I grew into a man, I knew it had to fall.
You see, since I was just a lad my cock had pleased me so. My mommy told me it was bad, and that it had to go. She often said, "Let's cut that off! Then you won't tempted be!"But then she'd always put it off. "Next time", she'd say, "You'll see!" So every time my thing got stiff, I'd find a place to hide and play with it, almost as if I wouldn't if I tried! ! I knew that I was doing wrong.
But I could not resist the feeling when it came along, to take it in my fist! I masturbated more and more, it seemed like every day! Sometimes my little thing got sore because of so much play!
Each session ended much the same: satisfied, but shamed! That's the way, at last, I came
my peter to be blamed. I knew that it was not my fault; my peter was the cause! My nasty habit I could halt if it was not The Boss! My mommy's voice was in my head. I could not shut it off. Each time I played I thought it said that I should cut it off! The birthdays came; the birthdays went. As to my teens I got, my peter grew and became bent. It worried me a lot! Like a banana it was shaped! From all I kept it hid! It's shame now could not be escaped - because of what I did...........Partial excerpt
I see;
I'm a penis amputee. I cut off my own cock.
I'm as pleased as I can be. To others, it's a shock.
When I first began to plan the deed, I don't recall.
But as I grew into a man, I knew it had to fall.
You see, since I was just a lad my cock had pleased me so.
My mommy told me it was bad, and that it had to go.
She often said, "Let's cut that off! Then you won't tempted be!"
But then she'd always put it off. "Next time", she'd say, "You'll see!"
So every time my thing got stiff, I'd find a place to hide
and play with it, almost as if I wouldn't if I tried! !
I knew that I was doing wrong. But I could not resist
the feeling when it came along, to take it in my fist!
I masturbated more and more, it seemed like every day!
Sometimes my little thing got sore because of so much play!
Each session ended much the same: satisfied, but shamed!
That's the way, at last, I came my peter to be blamed.
I knew that it was not my fault; my peter was the cause!
My nasty habit I could halt if it was not The Boss!
My mommy's voice was in my head. I could not shut it off.
Each time I played I thought it said that I should cut it off!
The birthdays came; the birthdays went.
As to my teens I got, my peter grew and became bent.
It worried me a lot! Like a banana it was shaped! From all I kept it hid!
It's shame now could not be escaped - because of what I did......
Comments anyone?
I would enjoy seeing it complete, in proper (poem) format, (though, I don't know what style he was going for).
I'm a penis amputee. I cut off my own cock. I'm as pleased as I can be. To others, it's a shock.
When I first began to plan the deed, I don't recall. But as I grew into a man, I knew it had to fall.
You see, since I was just a lad my cock had pleased me so. My mommy told me it was bad, and that it had to go. She often said, "Let's cut that off! Then you won't tempted be!"But then she'd always put it off. "Next time", she'd say, "You'll see!" So every time my thing got stiff, I'd find a place to hide and play with it, almost as if I wouldn't if I tried! ! I knew that I was doing wrong.
But I could not resist the feeling when it came along, to take it in my fist! I masturbated more and more, it seemed like every day! Sometimes my little thing got sore because of so much play!
Each session ended much the same: satisfied, but shamed! That's the way, at last, I came
my peter to be blamed. I knew that it was not my fault; my peter was the cause! My nasty habit I could halt if it was not The Boss! My mommy's voice was in my head. I could not shut it off. Each time I played I thought it said that I should cut it off! The birthdays came; the birthdays went. As to my teens I got, my peter grew and became bent. It worried me a lot! Like a banana it was shaped! From all I kept it hid! It's shame now could not be escaped - because of what I did...........Partial excerpt
I see;
I'm a penis amputee. I cut off my own cock.
I'm as pleased as I can be. To others, it's a shock.
When I first began to plan the deed, I don't recall.
But as I grew into a man, I knew it had to fall.
You see, since I was just a lad my cock had pleased me so.
My mommy told me it was bad, and that it had to go.
She often said, "Let's cut that off! Then you won't tempted be!"
But then she'd always put it off. "Next time", she'd say, "You'll see!"
So every time my thing got stiff, I'd find a place to hide
and play with it, almost as if I wouldn't if I tried! !
I knew that I was doing wrong. But I could not resist
the feeling when it came along, to take it in my fist!
I masturbated more and more, it seemed like every day!
Sometimes my little thing got sore because of so much play!
Each session ended much the same: satisfied, but shamed!
That's the way, at last, I came my peter to be blamed.
I knew that it was not my fault; my peter was the cause!
My nasty habit I could halt if it was not The Boss!
My mommy's voice was in my head. I could not shut it off.
Each time I played I thought it said that I should cut it off!
The birthdays came; the birthdays went.
As to my teens I got, my peter grew and became bent.
It worried me a lot! Like a banana it was shaped! From all I kept it hid!
It's shame now could not be escaped - because of what I did......
Comments anyone?
