A little poem called "The Last."
"When I was sleeping this morning, one of my feet
fell out of the covers.
And my daughter came in, and covered it up
with her little dolly blanket.
I was dreaming right then that flames were shooting out
of my cock.
And when I woke up with her patting the soft cloth down
on me, I believed I understood the end of eternity
for the first time.
Don't ever make me explain this."
My voice seems to be coming back, so I'll read a few more.