Mr. Big Fuck

Porn has taught you that your big dick

Will make the gay boys and straight girls swoon

Well, stepping to me with porn as your teacher

Is going to be your doom

I’m going to read you as to how lame you are

It’s a truth overdue to unfurl

I’ll tell of your cockiness laced with lacking skill

Shaming you to the world

You think all you need to do is poke a hole with your pole

And from the pleasure, I’ll quiver and quake

Bitch, me doing fake moaning like that of a porno

Is the only thing keeping me the fuck awake!

Invent some moves, learn the definition of “rhythm”

Instead of being a citizen of Rhythm-LESS Nation

For what you give is far from pleasure

Instead, they’re annoying, awkward sensations

You snicker at the guy with a 5” dick

Still thinking your bigger is better

Well, he makes me moan in bliss for real

And sweat fine like a swine

So the bed ends up a hell of a lot wetter

I am horny to take his 5” again

After being bored to tears by your 11

For he knows how to work that 5

And take me to Heaven

Maybe you’re used to sluts that don’t do Kegels

Loosey-goosey holes wide like the Grand Canyon

After letting porn tell them, “Go big! Go wide! Go long!”

So to feel anything, big just laying there is enough to stand

Trust me, the problem is not me, it’s you

I do my Kegels all the time

So explain why I’m bored out of my gourd

Meanwhile, my tightness blows your mind

Mr. Big Fuck

Who do you think you are?

Mr. Big Fuck?!

You said your big dick would take me to the stars

Well, Mr. Big Fuck

Try getting a refund on the porn you used for sex ed

Because Mr. Big Fuck

The only think big besides your dick is your ego

And neither are good enough for my bed
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Yes, porn especially has repeatedly told us that when it comes to cock size, "bigger is better". Well, to be honest, I have been bored out of my fucking mind while filming the scenes with 2 of the biggest dicks I've ever worked with Tamar Tyson in "The Booth", and gay-for-pay bitch in denial Double R from "Love of The Dick IV". And I must sight "Love of The Dick IV" because it is a movie too many are gullible enough to believe that to have been a hot scene of mine.

These 2 moronic directors are not the only ones who thought that these guys were very likely good fucks because of their "big dicks". Too many porn movies have been made to push this idea along, and I have slammed them in the process as well. With that said, proof of how bigger is not always better is 1)how I never raved about the sex with Tamar Tyson, and 2)contrary to a blog post I wrote for Pitbull Productions some years ago, know that I was paid to blog for Pitbull Productions, and the truth is the sex with Double R was FUCKIN' LOUSY. Hence why I made him the model for the avatar for the Soundcloud file of "Mr. Big Fuck".

Now, not all guys with big dicks are lousy fucks. After all, I did write "The Great Gotten From Gotti" about how good Favian Gotti's big dick was. The problem is that those of us with tight enough holes and skill (few of us as they are) can all agree that we have had way more Double Rs than we have had Favian Gottis.

Phone Slave

On September 29th, the proof of me needing to write and present this poem couldn't have been more evident. Not only on the NYC trains and streets while going to, while at, and going home from work. But cellphone use has gotten so out of hand that it was even at disrespectful levels within the audience at The Inspired Word open mic at which I debuted the poem.

First, when me and my guest sat down in a booth, a girl to my right was texting away while a performer was onstage. I initially felt offended for the performer on stage. That is until that performer got off the stage, then by chance I turned around to see that performer had left the stage to sit in a booth behind us, ...texting away while the next performer was onstage. It was blatant disrespect from one performer to another.

Sadly, this disrespect and loyalty to cellphones over human beings is not only seen at open mic events. They can be seen in every kind of show, in every means of travel, and in relationships. Hence why so many relationships are doomed to fail. It's really sad that this is what we have become. And I hope the lyrics of my poem made that clear, and we start a needed change within ourselves because of it.

Why are you such slaves to your phones?

Has it ever crossed your minds?

That it’s the reason you’re single and lonely

Letting it consume so much attention and time

You can’t walk down the street

Or climb up and down a flight of stairs

Without letting that damn smartphone

Get priority of your stare

Do you need to kiss the grill of a Mack truck

To make you finally stop being blind?

It’s scary to think it might take such a catastrophe

To make you prioritize your eyes and mind

And since such is the case

It is a damn shame

That it’s your phone that’s smart

But you can’t say the same

Maybe you should buy it an engagement ring

Maybe make it your spouse

Try living happily ever after

You and it alone in a big old house

So how will you consummate this marriage?

Once you and it have tied the knot

Groom shocks his dick fucking the charging hole?

Bride lets the phone vibrate in her twat?

Call my words vulgar

Call them crude

Doesn’t change how much they are the truth

And I will not change a single lyric

As long as you show you’re socially sick

Hoping folks see you engulfed on your status symbol

Thinking it makes you cool

But in reality, you’ve just shown yourself

To be a robotic, socially inept, fuckin’ fool!

For you hold onto your phone

Before you hold your child’s hand

Letting you children run wild

Without a single reprimand

Through the streets, through stores, or through a church

Where they’re going and what they’re doing, you’re totally unaware

Makes one wonder are they really yours

Hence why you don’t seem to care

You dismiss the blessing of children

And how they are to be adored

So what’s your excuse when they act out

From the years your “parenting” left them ignored?

We put on this façade like we’re so evolved

Yet we’re worst than prehistoric man

For this servitude to technology like camping outside stores

Makes closeness only LOOK bundled in our hand

Meanwhile, the human connect is getting out of reach

Creating many desperate social acts

We look and read the news wondering how and why

We became an age burdened with these sad facts

It’s because so many, too many of you are Phone Slaves

Clutching your phone like it’s your life and heart

Refusing to see the signs

Of how it’s tearing your life apart

Stop living a life of social silence by texting

Actually TALK to your family, friends, and lover

For if we don’t maintain our social skills

The growth of this Age of Anger by Loneliness

Is what we make ourselves doomed to discover