You'll not hear that life is fair
from these lips of mine.
I'm innocent, I truly swear,
my penis did the crime.
He's the one that played around
and dipped into the well.
My wife found out n's blaming me
and putting me through hell.
She passed her harshest judgement
when she coldly turned the key.
Now my cock's aimed downwards
and I have to sit to pee.
So yes, my cock's the inmate,
locked securely in his cell.
But I'm the one that suffers
every time he tries to swell?
He's locked away in solitaire,
and this truly guarantees
that I cannot play with him,
regardless of my pleas.
Since the fault was mostly his,
I'm begging she agrees
to grant me five minutes parole
to put him at his ease.
Five minutes? Hell! Just make it two.
I know that's all I'd need,
to take the matter well in hand
and spew my backed up seed.
Did I say two minutes?
Dang! just give me one.
I'd do some fancy stroking
and in no time I'd be done.
Did I beg for one whole minute?
Really, that was just a joke.
The way the pressure's building
I could finish with one stroke.
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