Philip II’s Chair
Now I find myself alone with my erect penis.
I don’t know what to do
Whether to jump out the window of the inn where I’m staying
Show it to the women passing by on the street
In front of my window
Or stick it in my own arsehole
As Ovid taught us his Donkey did
With the dancing cock.
The art of shaking our clappers
It’s something we learn very well and without teachers.
But I don’t want to cum
Before showing it to the girls
And seeing them laugh like donkey
Making me cum inside
Closing the window, closing the blinds.
In this erect trance, I remembered
The charitable good advice
My spiritual father gave me at the Monastery of El Escorial
Where I went to confession one day
During spiritual exercises:
-You idiot, I know a lot about masturbation.
If your penis is seriously erect
And can’t grasp the girls’ cunts
Go, grab a hammer and smash it.
He gave me a fake Bible
With a hammer inside.
I went to the Herrería forest
Placing my very erect and affectionate penis
On an enormous granite rock
That they say is the Philip II’s Chair
At the foot of Mount Abantos
And the impressive Machotas.
Unexpectedly with the light of this day
The hammer fell from the fake Bible
Grabbing it and hammering my erect penis
With a shower of blows to the glans.
I screamed so horribly
That stormy clouds suddenly
Began to throw down lightning and thunder
Seeming happy and, at the same time, tearful.
The fresh rain of the moment ended the erection.
Seeing my penis defeated and fallen
With its great beauty and significance still there
I dreamed that one day it would be declared
UNESCO’s World Heritage
Like Philip II’s Chair.
Horror Sleaze Trash 