Justin Mank

The Mountain’s Summit

I traveled to the foot
Of a great mountain.
Followed the path
Into the backwoods.
When I found the summit
Testosterone howled,
Like a fire had engulfed me.
I removed my pants,
Raised my arms up
Like a proud tyrant,
And screamed for God to watch.
I pissed and watched it flow
Like a river
Down the sides of the valley.
I masturbated furiously,
Enflamed by my virility,
And watched the waste fall.
Like a goblin in exile
I prepared to shoot again,
And washed the valley below
Like a bird lets his droppings
Fall.

 

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