It's My Organ Poem by Toyiring Sheyin

It's my organ,
That little swinging pendulum,
That sits between my legs,
And move to and fro,

It's my organ,
The little rode I see,
That houses two bulbs,
And react at their command,

It's my organ
That fleshy bone-like,
That sees beyond the dark,
And it's eyes beneath itself,

It's my organ,
That little powerful thing,
That creates discomfort,
To me it's owner,

It's my organ,
So my father told me,
It's was handed to me by him,
Probably the day I breath my first,

It's my organ,
Just like any other,
That I can briddle,
And controlled,

It's my organ,
Why haven't I tamed u?
Just like the taste I choose,
And the scent I prefer,

I will station you between my bulbs,
Prison you with a boxer,
Lock you in a trouser,
Then airtight you with my zip,

Where you will stay under my watch,
Move only when I decide,
Blink when the light shines,
And stretch when the mind pumps,

By this my purity will remain,
My calendar untampered,
My dignity erect
And my pride on high shoulders.

This little organ
Should not define me
Nor decides my actions.