I pluck it and put it in water to
Force it bloom within hours-
I've a God to please.
The vibrant petals lose
The color after some time.
The wilting kicks in.
The petals fall inward.
Turn black and dry out
Into a demise eventually.
Should I be held responsible?
I should be. Said the Lord.
The sheer cruelty of plucking
A plant's reproductive organs-
Phallus for phallus he said
And hung me by the balls.
He had a target to reach
Today and I was the last
Sacrifice to his Overlord.
Everyone up the chain is
Interested in phallus to have
Themselves pleased?
Explains a lot phallus worship
In our traditions.
Seems at one point of time
All worship must have been
Mindlessly throwing around
One genital at the other.
No wonder why all the
Religions are a cover-up
Jobs like fake orgasms.