Mr. 'X' of impure souls
Was very sad and downcast
Because it did not even know of him through the healing
And there was this ridiculous claim to be a star.
And a flock of sheep restless
Goes out of his control of the fragile
For though impure, are exquisite
In his quest for paradise easy.
Then the herd tramples the peddler
And elect a new sun and light.
The world follows its woolly nonsense
To think that only good that glitters.
++This is the paper's examination of the prostate in male sexual universe