There's nothing special about growing balls,
In fact, man-sack is the definition of weakness.
If you wanna grow something, grow a vagina,
For vagina is the epitome of resilience.
There's an organism that goes through hell,
Quite regularly, yet stands strong and brave.
It is the source of all creation everywhere,
Yet all through history it's been kept as slave.
No love can surpass the love of a mother,
No care can surpass a sister's care.
Yet a society run by balls and bananas,
Makes a hooker out of our mothers and sisters.
Worship of balls is but a prehistoric mania.
There will be no balls without a vagina.
Published on
November 25, 2021 11:25
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