Face The Balls - Drawn Together

How can I face the shriveled balls

Of my decrepit nemesis?

I can smell that crotch from here!

That sack has not been cleaned in years!

It’s gotta be drenched in layers

Of sweat and piss

But he taught me how to read

And that has opened up new worlds

Still that stench, rancid flesh,

Soaked in crotch juice, pus, and ass

Good God!

It makes me want to hurl!

I can’t deny him his dying wish!!!

Even though I swear I’ll faint

If I find some ancient dingle berries sticking to his taint…

But wait!

I must stand for something!

I’m a hero, after all…

I must have the balls to face his nasty, cadaverous, spidery, putrid,

rash-ridden, lice-infested, Limburger-smelling, wretch-inducing---

BALLS!!!