Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
Is it the possibility of Some unforeseen yet magical disappearance or Of it being Loped off That makes one so very aware? Erections must give great reassurance Yes! It is I I am here I am still here Freud says that women want one That they look down and see barren flatness and one fine line instead of a mounting glory A majestic rod But I think perhaps Freud is more afraid of losing his Would that make him a woman? I think not. She is not on the right side of the minus sign. It must be a perpetual Existential terror The possible fate of Bobbitt the Marine Having one’s sliced off and Thrown over the roof into the tall grass Where the cops won’t go unless the dogs go first It’s so easy to do Look it’s Mr. No ***** One must understand this From a very early age And what of the consequences? Shall we build effigies everywhere Living spaces and statues And talk about them all the time And never learn how to get the stream into the bowl?
0
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
Lorena
Is it the possibility of Some unforeseen yet magical disappearance or Of it being Loped off That makes one so very aware? Erections must give great reassurance Yes! It is I I am here I am still here Freud says that women want one That they look down and see barren flatness and one fine line instead of a mounting glory A majestic rod But I think perhaps Freud is more afraid of losing his Would that make him a woman? I think not. She is not on the right side of the minus sign. It must be a perpetual Existential terror The possible fate of Bobbitt the Marine Having one’s sliced off and Thrown over the roof into the tall grass Where the cops won’t go unless the dogs go first It’s so easy to do Look it’s Mr. No ***** One must understand this From a very early age And what of the consequences? Shall we build effigies everywhere Living spaces and statues And talk about them all the time And never learn how to get the stream into the bowl?
swiggins
Written by
F/Los Angeles
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem