The Everlasting Phallus

Like a Persian in his palace,
Like a rapper with his chalice;
Scepter blinging, pulsing, skeeting:
It's the everlasting phallus.

To the harem go the hoes,
To the gallows go the bitches;
To the castle go the soldiers,
To the dungeon go the snitches.

Pimping, hustling crime lord Duce;
Victor's power recognition.
Duelling, shooting cowboy chieftain;
And the women in the kitchen.

To the mouth goes deez nutz,
Sure as Islam means submission:
Every poet is a rapper,
But without the sense of mission.

The booty never tires
Of rhythm in succession;
To grind, to dare, to seek
The permanent erection.