Viagra Doomsday (or Evolution vs. Enzyte)

A little blue pill has replaced personality. I remember when in order to get and keep some ass dudes would have to flex their inividual attributes. Some guys were funny, some were cool and some were smooth with the ladies. When it came to sex talent levels varied so dudes tended to specialize. Well the fate of the world is changing with something worse than steroids in baseball. Viagra, Cialis, Enzyte, et cetera, et cetera. Becoming a monster in bed is just a pill away. While most ladies I know don't seem to mind, I am here to warn you of the first sign of the apocalypse. Men from 16 to 60 running around with perpetual erections. Now I may feel for a guy who is up in age that just wants the gear to work for him. The rest I label cheaters. Yes cheaters. There was a time when a guy could be recognized for his exceptional performance. Now, similar to an exceptional athelete, the cloud of...viagra hangs over our heads. Woe unto all of us for we may be struck down in the court of public opinion should we exceed expectations. Gone are the days of recognizing someone who is talented as that talent can be achieved with a little blue pill. This will eventually break down society. Imagine a million senior citizens running around with erections and devilish grins in their eyes. Imagine a society of men who look like this... Personalities will begin to degrade. You don't have to work on other aspects of your personality to keep your lady when you can pop a pill and become a sexual god. Ecstasy will fast become the drug of choice as combinations of it and viagra make instant trips to Nirvana for women all over the world. Will I never be appreciated for my special talents? Will standout performances be expected rather than cherished. Were my record keeping glances at the alarm clock all for naught? I mean imagine what a man with a 12 inch dick would feel if he woke up and suddenly everyone was eleven inches? Would his natural extra inch mean anything? I would warn the users of the little blue devil...you have only so much blood in your body and when it flows to one place it leaves another. You can't use both heads in tandem...not well anyway. I call out you frauds!!! Those who have gone from Clark Kent to Superman in one swallow. I denounce you for I am Batman without his utility belt. No gadgets, no devices, just me and my determination. My unrelenting quest to put a smile on a woman's face with nothing but my technique and stamina. The Natural. The skinny home-run hitter. As I rage against the machine like John Henry, my only regret is that many young men will never bother to develop a personality or exercise their humor because they have instant gratification in their pocket. Perhaps one day I'll have as much hair in my ears as on my chin. Perhaps when that time comes I'll rely on a pill to send me into action. Surely time will wear away my ability and stamina. One day I'll be presented with stimulus and my body won't respond. Not because of morals or preference but because I'm old. Then I'll have to stare down the little blue devil and make my choice. Until that day comes I'll march on, a proud waver of the flag, sure in my skills and ability. I'll confront every sexual encounter as a solo artist with no back-up singers to enhance my performance - and I'll smile. The thought behind my smile. I'm gonna sing the hell out of this and when I'm done, I'll have a glass of water and perform an encore.