The walking cock

(To Anon)
Who is that mysterious man
who is known throughout civilization?
And what other mortal can
hope to eclipse his reputation?
Who affords the young satisfaction?
Who gives the old consolation?
Who has been the companion
of lonely hearts through generations?
Who is the friend of mateless people
and their constant source of satiation?
Who is time powerless to enfeeble
or rob of his evergreen attraction?
Who is the child of religion
and the bastard of morality?
Who is the unwitting creation
of parents who resent their progeny?
Why, he is the eternal erection,
and will survive every measure
to kill him off; his attraction
is enhanced by the censor.
Who can match the generosity
of him who invited everyone
(in the face of all adversity)
to share what was his alone?
Do you know this man? Listen — 
when you were young in years
and conventions were a prison,
did you not, with your peers,
turn to that mythical figure
who walks through the lusty pages
of the blessed one-handed literature
that sustained true-bloods through the ages? 
During your darkest, loneliest hour
who lightened your padded cell?
Who, when you had no lover,
helped you in your descent to ‘hell’?
What was he like? No matter.
You did not pay much attention
to his features or character,
but only to his skill at copulation.
Few of his devotees remember
any of his other points;
they were absorbed with his member 
and with his sexual exploits.
You know him well, maybe;
but do you know his history?
Have you ever paused to see
the hardships he bore for the lonely?
He was born when inhibition
and charlatanry came into vogue;
he was nourished on prohibition,
which made him a loveable rogue. 
Stuffed shirts through the centuries 
launched a bitter crusade of repression 
against him, but all unavailingly,
for he lived in men’s imagination.
He was given hell by the authorities, 
who drove him under the counter;
but persecution made him healthy:
he thrived in the role of martyr. 
Millions through the ages have read
of him, the walking cock,
and when they are all dead
he will still be running amuck.
Are you acquainted with his character? 
I think not. Do you realize
his is the voice of nature
calling you to the lost paradise?
Did you heed his call?
Hearing him, were you converted?
Do you realize that all
causes are bound to be perverted?
Has he a corrupt influence?
Does masturbation have its advantages? 
Does he incite you to violence?
What is the opinion of the sages?
Will he continue to last?
Will he continue waging war?
Will he not belong to the past
until we get what he fights for?
Well, to tell you the truth,
these are questions I can’t answer;
but I do know that in youth
I was thankful for his succor.


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