PETERING EJACULUM

With petering ejaculum,
The nuzzle retreats from my tank.
Only a few seconds of rumble,
The government is satiated.
And spent.
.
.
Me.
I cut the poor figure of a woman
who took some time to undress,
For a worthless quickie.
6.8 liters, 1k.
.
.
My stupefaction is decimated
By the verbose arrogance typical of effeminate men.
They think that deep voices and huge biceps
Make up for poor coitus.
Cowards!
.
.
Damn it hurts…
For they go around bragging they screwed you.
Though via premature ejaculation; low sperm count; flaccid carrots,
Yeah, yeah…
They screwed you.