The Leaning Tower of Ameretat

He looks like most dudes

Yet he loves talking to prudes

Sends them his dick pics and more

Acting like a complete whore

The marriage bed he covets

While he lies under his duvets

Looking for the virgin-crone

A Courtesan to call his own

Internet sex played in astral fields

His powerful package he graciously yields

Sperm he sprays like a firehose

Her forest he burns with no repose

Ahriman incarnate is his name

The material world is his game

Merge with him and take on his power

Tilting thy head like the Leaning Tower