If Chillbear Showed His Penis. . .
June 9, 2011 in Wordsmoker Poetry
Would a girl show it to a another girl, who would show it to a boy, who would show it to yet another girl?
Would one forward it to ten, who would then forward it to a hundred, who would forward it to ten million?
How long would it take before it reached the leaders of the world’s nations? Would Iran declare war on Japan just because they rhyme?
Would the world devolve into chaos, or would every man, woman and every other living thing finally realize that it’s only maybe five or ten pounds of relatively harmless flesh? Would they then shout, “ENOUGH! It’s just a magnificent penis! Let’s just get over it, everyone!”
Mormons would embrace Muslims; Guerillas would play with gorillas.
Heroin addicts might put down their needles; fundamentalists will start distributing condoms and just generally lighten the fuck up; florists will stop killing flora.
If Chillbear showed his penis, would it save the world?
But then what would happen to Chillbear?
Would he be fired from his oppressive, drug-free, mind-numbing government job?
Would he have to give up his aspirations of moving to New York and becoming the mayor?
Would radical elements declare a jihad on him and his priapismic protrusion?
If Chillbear showed his penis, would he ever find true love?
Would he ever be Chillbear again?