My favorite word is “ball-sack.” I like it so much, and not because they’re pretty or smooth to the touch, though maybe you can find some that actually are. My guess is that most look sad and bizarre- There is also a dude who writes famous shit, he’s got a great white way with words, not some dope illiterate His stuff gets an “A” on the test of time, homey’s the real deal, line for line! His shit’s unadulterated & incroyable. Like that scribe that scribbled “Les Miserable” Honore de Balzac that’s this dog’s name, & that bad-ass tag’s not his only claim to fame. But- it’s the literate shit that keeps me alert- like a bee or not to bee sting or pubic hair shirt… ball-sacks are so funny while they slap against your thigh, It’s the main reason for being a guy! They swing to the left, they swing to the right, while the dick makes merry, the scrotum hangs tight! Balls wait like a tiny entourage- they’re the cock’s guest house, or Sad Jim’s garage! Those big man jigglies, the dick’s unsalted nuts, slappin’ gainst thighs, bumpin on butts! You can stay up top with spooge shining in your hair, While balls hang out all loyal- them baby’s don’t care- If you gotta ball sack, you gotta treat it right. Your dick can go limp, your anus shut tight. If I had a ball sack,- that would be the real shit- better one sad sack, than two saggy ass tits! So grab your testes & repeat after me, “Look what I found when I pulled off my jeans!” You can flick ‘em, get friends to lick ‘em, cup ‘em in your palm for all to see- leave your jockstraps home! free ballin’s the way to be! When I was just a young kid like 8 or 9, this kid in my school asked me one time- “Do the balls go in or just wait outside?” Fuck if I knew— my sex egg was unfried. Honore de Balzac Oh mon dieu! He’s got the back of you cock, monsieur!
ps. this is my rap song for the day of rapture- pss. Happy post Rapture Or as Proust might say, (now that Rapture’s past) Care for your Protuberances, so the thing will last!