Writing Erections

Citadel…………………………….. 

My pen is sharp

It woke up and stood on itself

Pointing its head against the heavens

By its texture I could tell

It had an erection

Almost unto orgasm

I had to walk

Grab it and forcefully

Bent it low and down

For it would ejaculate

Into the clear and clean skies

And straight into heaven

Her ink tastes bitter

I don’t want me executed

I will castrate it

If worse I will trim it

Or chop it off