"Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere."
--G.K. Chesterton
"The man's body is sacred and the woman's body is sacred.../Each belongs here or anywhere just as much as the well-off, just as much as you."
--Walt Whitman
Comments on this blog are moderated. Anonymous comments will not be accepted. Please include your full name and a valid email address. Comments that fail to engage respectfully with the arguments on this blog, or create a hostile environment for other participants, will be deleted, and their authors may be blocked from the site.
According to the Buddha, right speech is a statement that is timely, true, kind, helpful (connected to liberation), and spoken with a mind of good-will. Let us all try to observe this precept.
This entry was posted on 12/10/2006 6:46 PM and is filed under Jendi's Poems.
Ruin anyone anywhere. Your penis could become longer. Access secret credit histories, best loan rates, amateur wives. This is what they don't want you to know. Levitra. Cialis. Viagra. Turn your worm into a snake. Make women scream.
Go ahead and scream at your boss, that penis. You could invent the next Viagra working from home! All you need is credit and we're here for you, even if everyone you know thinks you're a schmuck, even your wife.
With our hot young Russian mail-order wives you wouldn't have to understand them when they scream. That's about all they're good for, you know. Grow hair on your chest, enlarge your penis; puberty's over before you credit it, bub, from here on it's mortgages and Viagra.
Choke your chicken with both hands! With Viagra you'll never hear another complaint from your wife. We don't care if you have bad credit, male pattern baldness, eat too much ice cream. Write us a check today, pencil or pen is fine, we already know
where you live. Learn what Wall Street pros know! What if you'd invested in Viagra in 1987? A Swiss bank account is open, is waiting for you to help the wife of dead dictator Sani Abacha cream off Nigeria's oil wealth. She just needs your credit
card number. "Socialism's discredited," she whispers seductively, "Those in the know take all they can." But you're stuck at the screen, cubicled, dumb with choice. Viagra or Slim-Fast? Porn or mortgages? Your wife, if you really had one, would say you think with your penis.
But ask yourself: what if this Viagra, that penis cream, is your only creditable shot at a meatspace wife? Don't press that delete key. We know more than you know.