Shall I compare thee to a bag of dicks?
Thou art more floppy; tougher to inflate:
Rough winds do shake the flaccid shafts like sticks,
And just one bag hath all too light a weight:
Sometime too short a baggèd dick may stand,
and often is the tan complexion dimm'd;
And many dicks do find themselves unmanned,
With pubic hairs so horribly untrimm'd;
But thy bag-dickery, it shall not fade,
Thy dicks are forged in all thy shitty pride;
With character as cunty as Dwayne Wade,
The strength of all thy dicks shall not subside.
A late-night mugging I will have in store;
if shuttles stop at Sherman/Noyes no more.
