last night i dreamt i cut my dick off, held it in my hand
and ran to find a hospital across the bleeding land
but no-one that i spoke to could do anything but laugh
and i collapsed in tears in the gutter by the path
i woke in mortal terror and i felt between my legs
to find it there. attached. and whole. but still the question begs:
exactly what is causing this emasculation theme?
could it be you? could that be true?
can't think
can't sleep
daren't dream.
Little Black Book by Wayne Myers