A Solstice prayer

Our cockhead
Which art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy foreskin (whether or not it’s physically present
Thy rhythms hurl
Thy spurts unfurl
On crown as it is in navel
Give us this sacrum
Our daily load
And forgive us our doubts
As we forgive our doubters
And lead us not into stagnation
But deliver us from drought
For thine is the whiz and the gonads and the testes
For ever and ever and ever.

(unknown author)

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