Your submissions are pouring in, and they are magnificent. They range from existential:
Cosmos in a sac
Hanging heavy with the weight—
Without balls, no souls.
to semi-creepy:
The way that they swing
when i am fucking his ass
makes me think of you.
to hygienic:
Almost daylight savings
Spring is on the horizon
Balls will soon be stank
to worshipful:
Dangling there, ripe and
luscious, like furry jackfruit
burly, fuzzy, yum
to introspective:
P.R. disaster,
A forgotten cremaster,
My own reflection?
Thoughts so far? Feedback? You still have an hour to submit your poems.