Please increase me, libido,
I cannot make love anymore.
I have a well-know dysfunction.
Increase me 'cause I miss miss-unction.

See it bound, dear, my love-spear;
The pfolks at Pfizer brought me cheer.
But I'm alarmed--four days have tolled.
Decrease me, pharma, let it go!

My apogee needs to go
To perigee; I am so sore.
Can't constantly concrete function;
Decrease me--I'll have no compunction.

I have tried, over a year:
Medicate, meditate--still here,
And take so many showers cold.
Decrease me, dharma, let it go!