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ralph the nation and pantomime the stars,
the manikins are coming to town. and why is
it, you may ask, that manikins have no
genitalia? males or females, the
manikins just don't have these organs.
the sexy big-dicked teenage boys are standing
in front of a window display, where
all the manikins are still nude, and
are just this moment being dressed, and
it is hard not to notice that
none of these manikins have
genitalia. "where are the guys' dicks?" says
one of the sexy big-dicked teenage boys.
"and where are the girls' cunts?" says
another of the sexy big-dicked teenage boys.
then, the sexy big-dicked teenage boys
stand there a while longer, until
the manikins are mostly dressed,
and then,
nearing sunset,
the sexy big-dicked teenage boys
head on over to the house
where one of them lives,
and they take off all their
clothes, and they look at
each other's genitals. and by
look, i mean really look.
these sexy naked big-dicked teenage boys
examine each other's genitals,
scrutinize each other's genitals,
talk about each other's genitals,
and, the general consensus is,
that everybody here looks real good naked,
and that everybody here has real nice
genitals, and that boy manikins everywhere
should definitely have genitals, too.
by then, all the sexy naked big-dicked
teenage boys have pretty much
fallen in love with each other,
and they touch each other
in warm, friendly, and
overtly sexual ways.  in fact, when
the word "orgy" is spoken,
there is instant agreement,
and
even the sexy male manikin that's
been hidden in the
mother's closet, gets to
take part. none of the
boys are surprised to see
that this particular manikin
has a penis,
or that his
eyes are startlingly
blue.

--Carl Miller Daniels (This poem also appears in my book Saline, published by Interior Noise Press in 2014, and currently available at Amazon. It also appears in BareBack Magazine, the January 2014 issue.)