Coup d’Etat

I don’t suppose this the normal course of 

Events, by any stretch or pull of the 

Imagination.  What’s going on here 

Seems rather odd, taken me by surprise,

Taken more than that, I might add.  So let 

Me tell you, in all honesty, beware 

Revolutionaries, subversives of 

All kinds, because something’s crawled into my 

Penis, scrawling graffiti on its soft 

Walls, a residue of filth, demanding 

A language of its own, an equal share

Of power.  It’s caused dissent, genital 

Revolt, my organ taking up its side, 

Standing out or lying down, on its own 

Free will, in protest, to proclaim its right

Inalienable, to have and to 

Hold (till orgasm do we part), freedom to 

Choose its hours of operation, and no 

More sudden movements or late night forays.