The penis is the centre of the universe

I site the case of the maypole
hero
worship
Or a Beckham goal-
He bangs em in,
To waiting nets
The posts, the thighs,
the mesh, fishnets
To a raptures applause
Clicked castanets
Scores
in underwear huge
And in everything phallic
Like big silver rocket
Like snooker cue
Ball and socket
Fucking up at the sky
And in everything penis
In rhyming songs
Sexual Venus seeked
Something on which to ride
And witch, a wooden stick
upon heaven to glide,
applied acid,
but the trip never good,
as a good ol bit,
of real man wood
and even in death
cometh life
from the spurting spout
millions swimming
as monoliths mark
ones left behind
in headstone
man built a throne
to worship
Penis
Envy
Penis crave
Penis play
Penis pave
The way for pro create
From the first time leaner
To the banging gate
“Did you bang her gate mate?”
Well done
Disaster
Half-cocked attempt
At becoming the master
Of it all
So make up with lip gloss
And vacuum machine
a kick from the ones in the teens
And cars
And the ‘know what ya means’
Big engines
And peep hole bras
Show a nipple the same shape
Appeals to the void
lots going on underneath, Mr Freud.