Perverted Pencil

This poem is a prescribed proposal to the public. Please pay personal attention.
The path of a pencil points to a paper perpendicular to the poets intentions.
The indirect direction I will direct you in is poetically incorrect.
My mind and my mouth have mastered misdirection. The method to this madness I forget.
The string of a G-string is a tiny, little, thin thing yet it remains visible to the well trained eye.
Women wear without care this wonderful thing and we guys would like to know, really why?
That was a rehtorical quetion. No answer is required. Just use your imagination.
Its funny how some people only begin to listen when I use words like penetration!
Now that you're listening, I guess you're second guessing what is he going to say next.
Let me feed your curiosity. To mislead is a priority. If words were exercise mine's would be sex!
My poems are Karma Sutra. They have 99 positions, all proving pleasurable poetically.
They undress you stress then curess you curiousness. You're helpless. Nevertheless, hi, I'm Dopey.
The crazy cartoon character characterized as confused. I conclude. This poem is just for fun.
When I am finished talking I would appreciate applause. I pause. Wait a second……I'm done!