Twice or thrice
at 7 or 8,
me and the neighborhood gang,
discovered that head feels great.
So, we would all hang,
behind a propped up, parallel
wire frame mattress,
against a stone wall
in the alley.
And,
convince the younger,
more impressionable
eager to please,
to get down, on their
knees.
Until one day,
Joey told us all, this
was gay.
And,
then I was called a ******,
when I asked to have,
my wiener ******,
out of bad habit.

I've been a bit perplexed
by ***

ever since.