Hustling
NULLIFICATION
Poetry
` "Pardon me, sir," he said all smiles."  
Would you like to buy my dick?"  
"I've traveled seven miles."  
"For free, you can have one lick."`

Real hard, in his hand,  
He held his schlong.  
His body, lean and tanned,  
"What? Is something wrong?"

"I've owned it almost nineteen year."  
"Enjoyed it so much, I had."  
"So, now I have to sell it, I fear."  
"I need some cash real bad."

"It's a nice piece of meat,  
"With the hood still intact."  
"Mighty fun to beat,  
"Nine inches, and that's a fact."

The gentleman looked it over.  
Then, he took his free lick.  
"Just like finding a four leaf clover."  
"You can't beat that with a stick."

"Okay, young man," he said.  
"I'll purchase your prick."  
He said, "I'm thankful that my dad  
"Gave me such a big stick."

To barter, now is the time.  
"You can't find something like this  
"In any five and dime."  
"It'll bring you pure bliss."

A price has been struck.  
The men shook on the deal.  
One nine inch penis, fifty buck,  
The buyer thought it a steal.

No need to race,  
So, to the clinic the men walked,  
Strolling, a leisurely pace,  
While making small talk.

"I hope there won't be a long wait."  
There was quite a crowd.  
The buyer thought this fate:  
He would soon be quite proud.

"Hey, doc," the young man said,  
"This man has bought my prick."  
Doc replied, "Young man, I think you've been had,  
"Only fifty bucks for this big stick?"

Upon the cutting board, the grand dick did flop.  
"This won't take long:  
"I'll have it off with one chop."  
"And, you'll be a young man without such a long dong."

Doc felt it a shame,  
What young men will do.  
This schlong would bring fame.  
If this young man only knew.

All that was left were his balls and sack,  
After one quick cut with the ax.  
There was no turning back.  
Laid out right here are all the facts.

With his purchase, one man left,  
Joyous, showing no shame.  
While one was bereft  
Of his claim to fame.

At home that night,  
Alone in his room,  
In the mirror, a young man looked with fright,  
With still more bills to pay, and soon.

"I still have these,"  
He said, while fondling his balls.  
"I can sell them with great ease  
"At school, in the halls."

The next day after gym,  
In the showers, naked and wet,  
"How much didya get for your dick?" asked Tim.  
"You could've gotten more for the whole set."

At school, in the halls  
With nuts all nice and clean,  
He sold his two balls  
Because times were lean.

This money won't last long.  
Ten bucks each, highway robbery,  
Young man, no dance, no song,  
Could've won more playing the state lottery.

Do what young men will  
In a republican economy.  
What one needs to pay the bill:  
Hustling, penectomy, castration, and sodomy.  

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