Tevun-Krus #39 - Lost World

@MadMikeMarsbergen's Phunk & Spunk from the Trunk of Junk

Lizard Warrior, by MadMikeMarsbergen

One day I woke up with dry skin on my cock

I looked down at my rod that looked like a rock

I asked myself: Is this eczema?

Or have I turned into a lizard warrior, set apart from the flock?

Now I know what you're thinking

"Really, MadMike, another dick poem?"

But there's a key difference, bitch

That shit was a whatchamacallit—an alternative fact

And this, my friend, this ain't no act

So I went to the doctor

Asked him what the fuck

He said, "Listen, son

Rub this cream on your dick and give me twenty bucks"

So I did just that

And that shit did nothing

Except make me smell like vomit

And start thinking in Russian

I thought maybe it was the winter

It's so fucking cold and dry

So I booked a flight to the Panamanian jungle

Better to die hot and high

But my scales spread all over my body

As I sat there on the plane

And when I landed in Panama

I had flesh and blood on my brain

A native called me a lizard warrior

Told me to search far and wide

I walked the path out of civilization

And entered a land before time

At this point I was practically reptilian

I was shitting eggs left and right

I grew tits with cracked nipples

And gave birth to lizard twins

I found myself a crocodile partner

We made love on the rocks

And now we sit here in the sun

Warming our bodies amidst our flock