"My Cumstained Underwear" by Alexander The Poet

I feel the need to tell you,
About my cumstained underwear
And what I tell you is true,
When I "get off", cum goes on there

I know you may think it's sick,
And I know you may think it's gross
But what I do with my dick,
Is my business and none of yours!

I simply don't have the time,
To pull down, my clean underwear
Is it some kind of a crime?,
If I simply jizz inside there?!

Why is it such a problem?
It's my underwear, not yours
I am the one who wears them
And they are not sold in stores

It could be Fruit Of The Loom,
It could be Jockey or Hanes,
Each one of them will be doomed,
They will all feel, my cumstains!

THE END