The Conundrum

Every breath hurt 

His heart wanted to retire 

It had spent years in a futile search 

Better to give up and concede 

It had lost out in an overpopulated society 

It relayed its final communication to the brain 

Goodbye best friend as of this moment I cease to exist and through me so will you.

The brain did what it does best, it thought 

For years it was occupied with the most routine tasks ever 

Akin to using a fully tricked out Alien ware machine only to surf the Internet 

It hated it's job 

Screw this the brain thought, I'll get a better job 

It relayed its final communication

An extensive system of nerves carried the messages to all parts of the body 

When the penis received it's signal, it was in a conundrum 

On one hand it's master was  jerking it off 

The latest episode of Naughty America was clearly audible 

On the other hand the brain, which rarely communicated with it had demanded it to shut off. 

In all its years of service never had it shut off before time

So as the body began to go into shock 

The penis continued to fight on

In this battle he was alone but in the war it always won 

This would be no different, it thought 

And then it came...