Dildo Dildo On the Wall - Poem (Glii)

by Glii A. Glii - LGBTQAI++ Dating App

Dildo Dildo on the wall,

Who's the sexiest of them all?

 

Hard and veiny,

Hairy and plump.

Long and straight,

Inside my rump.

 

Curved perhaps,

To penetrate the body,

My soul is yours,

Not too shoddy.

 

I once met a dick,

Called Richard

The dick was all like,

Call me whatever you like.

 

It's all the same to a dick,

You, see?

As long as you suck it,

Everything else is for free!

 

My friend said to me,

He's never quite been fucked well,

I told him,

Bloody hell!

 

What have you been doing your whole life?

 

Going down all the wrong holes,

I need to find me some poles!

 

Ah yes,

Strong polish men, you mean?

 

Well, yes.

 

Or German.

Or Swede.

Or fuck it,

Even French!

 

Dutch?

 

No no.

Fuck the Dutch.

But yes,

Any man who does the job,

Is good enough to hop on my hob!

 

Why sir,

You're being terribly indecent.

 

Terribly indecent?

 

Terribly indecent.

You're straight down the line fellow.

 

A "straight" down the line fellow?

 

Yes.

Completely straight!

This desire of yours is without precedent.

 

Is it so wrong my male friend? 

For me to find comfort and pleasure,

From a phallic figure?

 

Well, it's not like that between us!

 

Clearly.

For you see all insertions as a means to an end.

I now realize,

Our friendship has been pretended.

 

Pretend?

 

Pretend.

 

How so?

 

Because for you to distance yourself from me,

Oh, so quickly,

Just because of a single new itch,

I have,

Of taking a dick,

Down the hatch,

Instead of tearing up,

A woman's snatch!

You're quick about-turn tells me to start this from scratch.

 

Well tearing up a dame is quite a gentlemanly activity.

 

To literally tear a lady in twain?

Is better than,

To find a gentleman,

Who fits right up my lane?

 

Ok,

Ok,

I think we're headed down a bad path.

I don't want any of your,

LGBTQ wrath.

 

Fucking hell,

Ahahaha.

 

What?

 

You know what I find funny?

About all of you,

Socially accepted math?

Is that this persona of yours?

Isn't even yours.

 

What do you mean?

 

I mean,

That your hatred is second hand,

A balm for your confused emotions.

I mean that you're so caught up,

In the idea of a man,

You've curtailed,

Your own expressions.

 

What?

 

Yes.

I mean that when you're with a woman,

You can't truly love her,

Or appreciate her,

Because while you're fucking her,

You're trying to ruin her.

 

Um...

 

To smudge that lipstick,

In with the bruise.

To gift-wrap your love,

With a healthy sprinkling of abuse.

 

Look,

Don't get your rainbow panties,

In a bunch.

 

Ahahaha!

Rainbow pan-

 

Yes.

You know,

We always had a hunch...

 

Did you?

 

Yes.

All the other boys found you,

Quite queer.

You're lucky you're charming,

And good looking.

Or we wouldn't even want you here.

 

Oh, my pagan god,

I could write a book,

On the latent irony.

 

I don't know what that means,

All I know is,

You stay away from me,

When you're horny.

 

Oh really?

 

Yes.

I don't want to be subject to your unwanted advances.

 

Don't worry,

I'm reconsidering,

Our friendship.

 

See!

All of your kind,

Are very sensitive.

How easily our relations you rip?

 

Ahaha,

Dude you just told me,

You don't trust me,

If I would accidentally pop a boner.

 

Yes!

It's weird!

 

Man,

We used to live together,

I've seen you in boxers with holes,

You can't even handle a single conversation,

About my love for poles,

Without labelling me,

And my whole kind,

As sensitive pansies.

 

Hey,

I never said the p word.

Don't put shit in my mouth.

 

Yeah don't worry,

Nothing is coming close to your mouth.

 

See,

There you go,

Making it weird and sexual.

 

Ahh, you dumbfuck,

You still think,

It's weird, to be honest,

About the sexual.

No wonder,

The straight junta,

Is so repressed,

For you can't even talk,

About your inner feelings,

Without being insecure,

Or being oppressed.

 

What?

 

Yes.

These types of ideas,

What limits our collective humankind.

When I fight for honesty,

I'm not limiting myself to,

Some shared identity.

When I identify,

With every community.

 

Even me?

 

Even you,

Yes,

My friend,

Even you,

I don't see a fence,

Between us two.

We may be radically opposite,

And poles apart,

But we share,

And excuse my romanticism,

The same bleeding heart.

 

Yes.

Yes, we do.

 

So don't let my urge,

To play with my prostate,

Driveaway my friend,

A good mate,

With whom I would enjoy having,

An honest conversation.

And not end things over,

Misplaced aggression.

 

Understood,

Done deal.

 

Not understood,

Because we're constantly changing,

And complex,

But I appreciate your attempt to understand,

It's not very complex.

 

Really?

 

Really.

After all,

My chant is just,

Dildo Dildo on the wall,

Who's truly the sexiest of them all?

 

Why is the idea of the body?

So limited,

I see myself as,

Pure energy,

Constantly being dissipated.

 

Huh?

Bear with me on this.

I don't see us,

As the mirror image, we see.

I think of us as,

Nervous synergy.

 

Nervous like anxiety?

 

No nervous like,

Our nerve endings.

Do you see how we sense?

Only the external?

Do you realise how we can have?

A true experience of the world,

Once we go past,

The perceived limits of the internal?

 

Ohh I gettit.

You mean,

The true united,

Human being.

 

Yes!

I do glean,

Down this path,

A reckoning,

And awakening,

Of the true human bean.

Oh, I do have seen.

 

Oh, we do have seen.

 

Oh, we hope to have seen...

 

About Poet:

Our freelance writer Keval, has gone all out to pen this poem on sexual expression and the commonly tabooed word DILDO! Read through the whole art and get a glimpse of the world of queerness and LGBTQIA dating with Glii.

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Created on May 10th 2022 02:46. Viewed 225 times.

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