It hangs down hairy and warm
The sac between his legs
with which he scares the girls
in their twenty-something business suits
as they rush home on the train
He sits in his window and smiles
as the faces flash by
up level with the el
his beard drips
honeycoffeesnot
What he has and what he has not
are in essence the same
For his penile futility
once celebrated in slithering porn
is backdropped only by the sac
with which he scares the girls.
Linda G. Hill 
Awww a twisted humanoid…love the way you describe him.
Thank you 🙂 And thanks for the comment.
Ick! lol, well done!
Haha! My job here is done.
Thank you 🙂