X-rated Organ In My Pocket

This was actually a parody of a Christian poem someone posted to a
ML (as an exercise in Parody). I seem to have lost the original.

ORGAN IN MY POCKET

I am a tiny organ
About 3 inches long
I live in his left pocket
We kind of get along.

I don't suppose you've seen him
He tries to be discreet
Although he fondles me all day,
Including in the street.

Before he was a wanker
He was just an average git;
Till Life, Itself, just got to him
And turned his brain to shit.

Now he has several fingers
That through his pockets poke:
They become his eyes, and ears, and hands,
While giving me a stroke.

But these days, he is busy:
He's got a plastic mac.
He watches little girls walk by
And lets his arms go slack.

When he strokes me through his pocket
He doesn't really care
That no-one ever liked him much:
At least I'm always there.