The wars continued.

Missile production increased.

As did the profits.

Woman and children deemed collateral damage.

As were soldiers fortunate to return.

Still the men at home pulled the needed strings.

The games survived. And thrived.

The mighty phallus roared and ruled.

The applause grew louder.

As did the profits.

Lobbyist and Politician joined hands to hail the great Phallus.

Those in disbelief were silenced. Shunned. Cancelled.

War is hell after all.

Money talks, humanity walks.

A quiet revolution.

Only vaginal resistance allowed to participate.

A unification of blue and democratic vulvas.

The MTG’s ignored.

Penis makes this country great! Keeps the world safe!

Proclamation for wonder bread goodness! Deity domination.

Mayonnaise majority!

Miracle Whip Wonderment!

I can’t stop …

The Squad was pink and peed.

No patience for Peter

Cootchies closed – the lines were drawn.

Those minky mohels unveiled their mission.

No erect member was safe.

The crank crusade commenced.

I dreamt this fantasy.

Even my gherkin had girth.

But paralyzed in stall 2.

I heard the knock and felt the impatience.

And an impotence of sorts.

No, the pills worked!

I lovingly caressed my organ.

Knowing this to be our last.

Much regret, so much unrequited love.

If ever to return – I promised to take more time.