I See Penis', on the Subway.

The first time I saw the MTA Subway map of NYC I was struck by how much Manhattan looks like a droppy penis.
Like a high school anatomy cross section chart that always got giggles in 'Human Relations' class, Brooklyn even makes for a reasonable bum.
Everytime I see an MTA map I think that. It's a constant brain stutter that I have learned to live with, I may not giggle outloud anymore but I do smile.

I've seen my share of real ones on the subway too. The count is now 4 ( and a half), it never fails to amaze me that some blokes get their jollies by flopping out their old fella whilst commuting. I wish I could think of something clever to say, instead I am revoltingly mezmerized, like I am a cobra, being charmed by the swaying motion of the subway car.

I see a penis, I see a penis.
I am not even offended.
Though I guess I should be...
Perhaps I am glad to have a break from the ordinary, my commute spiced up by some dickhead.