Ode to the Penis

Oh Great Penis,

Thunderbolt of Wisdom

Slayer of evil spirits

Defiler of virgins

Giver of good fortune

Merriment of maidens

Envy of the impotent

Phobia of nuns

Pastime of monks

Devious snake

Gallant gentleman

We salute you in all your veined glory. Flaccid or hard, long or short, skinny or chubby, we recognize your power to thrill and indulge. You are a throbbing example of how to let go of the past and live in the present. Your uncomely beauty is a vital lesson in self-love. You are strong yet sensitive, rigid yet flexible, your eagerness to please does not trump your pointed authority in the world. 

Oh Great Penis, soldier against demons, protector of families,   we welcome you into our beds and hearts. 

dog sleeps under a watchful eye

Drupka Kunley(1455-1529) was a Tantric Buddhist Master and Patron Saint of Bhutan. His legendary genitals continue to inspire the ripe phallic art throughout the country. A little poem about the famous 'Divine Madman'...

‘The Divine Man is mad’, they cried.

Let’s build a temple in honor of his one eyed

monster!  Some called him, pietist others claim.

Numerous were the fair young maidens he inflamed.

Wild were his ways, unconventional and bold.

His lust was insatiable and much lore was told

of evil dragons subdued by his mighty erection.

Bhutan’s glorified deviant, wine and women his predilection.

His words foul, his manners vulgar, but nothing could taint

the infamous legend of the kinky saint.

Perverted or not, his teachings were concise

For he knew best how to manipulate man’s vice.

Defile their women, expose their lust,

                                                                exude debauchery and you’ll will their trust.

                                                                They’ll paint your veiny member on the walls of their homes.

                                                                Fat cock in hand, no need for subtle undertones. 

                                                                Illness be gone, wicked spirits evacuate,

                                                               This house is protected by the Divine ejaculate.  

A little poem from the Madman himself;

'I take refuge in an old man's chastened penis, withered at the
       root, fallen like a dead tree;
I take refuge in an old woman's flaccid vagina, collapsed,
       impenetrable, and sponge-like;
I take refuge in the virile young tiger's Thunderbolt, rising proudly,
       indifferent to death;
I take refuge in the maiden's Lotus, filling her with rolling bliss
       waves, releasing her from shame and inhibition.'