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Thought about selling my testosterone... Girls have beautiful female hormones.Asked my doctor what I should do, He said "Sperm is sold for a dollar or two."Spread my seed and grow a tree; Successful fertilization will be achieved.Leaves of me falling off the tree;Supplies replenished by me.So I went to a bank to donate some sperm... I thought about myself as a mechanical bull:Genetic selling machine for a union's white dream.The lady at the counter told me I could be sixteen... So I went into a room, looked at the tube;There was a pink line drawn where you fill it to.I dropped my pants and started to dance.Mechanics were oiled; the gene pool slipped.Laid on the bed; laughing out loud. I sold out myself in a gene pool style. Laughing at my silliness... From Letras Mania