Dicks on Display
Unsolicited dicks on display, such a fucking comedy,
Here are the top reasons for this absurdity.
These fools think they’re clever, they think they’re so slick,
But all that they show is a sad little trick.
These guys just discovered their penis’s might,
Feeling empowered, they think it’s all right.
Sharing their findings with the world in a rush,
But really, it’s just a pathetic old crush.
Haunted by childhood, they’re filled with regret,
“Throw like a girl” echoes, a lingering threat.
So they prove their manhood with a picture to flaunt,
Desperately hoping that someone will want.
They need to dispel rumors, “I’m not a chick,”
Behind those foul profiles, it’s all just a trick.
With every cock shot, they shout, “Look at me!”
Trying to show off their masculinity.
They never learned writing; they skipped that class,
So they wave their junk around, thinking it’ll pass.
Like bait on a hook, they hope someone will bite,
But really, it’s sad, just a desperate plight.
Can’t afford a doctor to check their sad state,
So they send out their pics, hoping for fate.
Orange from Cheetos, they don’t even see,
Their pride and their shame, one big misery.
Seriously, it’s the best part of their frame,
They think they’re hot stuff, but it’s all just a game.
Misunderstood “head shots,” they’ve completely missed the mark,
No dates, no auditions, just a dick in the dark.
They want to show the world their primitive pride,
Caveman mentality, they can’t run and hide.
“Check it out, I’ve got a real prize,
Come mate with me!” as he beats on his thighs.
Nothing says “I am dominant” like a raging hard-on,
They wave it around, hoping to turn you on.
With bravado and pride, they think they are bold,
But it’s all just a tiny show, when the truth is told.
So let’s cut the crap, and get to the core,
Cock shots won’t score; they’ll just close the door.
If you want to connect, drop the dickie display,
‘Cause dominance is earned, in a respectful way.