.(sniffing sound): you smell that? (sniffing sound) i'm starting to suspect that the mainstream feminist narrative, is against circumcised men... dunno... what would you ever do without a *****? beats me... thank you god for the two protruding veins that run right up into the skin that's fore-, pull it back during *******, and have a spare for lazy "***" of jerking off... perfectly understandable... if you cut if off, and make women subordinate... can't have without the other... but so little of, lost, to then don a niqab... hell... could be worse... i could have cut off the "unnecessary" cartilage of an ear... or a nose... (sniffing sound): you know what i suspect? that jesus had the same problem... two protruding veins... enclaving his *******... the caduceus mark... on the phallus... hell... maybe all the feminist arguments came from having to experience circumcised *****... just my guess... i'm stuck in a joke on a U-boat with some germans from world war two... you tell me... i no go to where you've already been; ha ha... it was never about sending a ****-pic, in all honesty... but the grand A.I. archive of humanity, probably has those... takes of Lucian Freud nudes... archived... why oh why i never managed to revel in a relationship and not, send, a ****-pic... too late... but i'm guessing: all these feminists... have probably, never been, in a relationship with an uncircumcised man.

watching a military parade...
   the soldiers with their
clean uniforms,
   having seen little of
the rough-and-tumble
of war
   and all that gym posturing...
and then...
looking at an *******
murk of white...
   on a tissue...
      while having just finished
taking a ****,
on the throne of thrones...
    for no worth of the god
in ego...
                the same...
****...
            am i just looking
at... genocide?
              i can't compete...
attempting to sieve
while constantly provisioning
the waiting, eager,
vacuums of ova...
           hell...
i've even eaten chicken abortions...
fried... poached
(oh hell, that's difficult)...
srambled...
                  so i watched
military marches
and genocide having ******
off into toilet paper
while relieving myself from
sitting on the toilet...
and i've eaten
                 abortions
for breakfast...
albeit abortions that only
know:
             peck & cluck...
             i'll settle for that...
and no...
          i do not feel ashamed
of doing the 1, 2 & 3...
      see...
     i would be, or should be...
if i was circumcised...
i'd understand that...
             pontius pilate
would have... simply waved
the jazz hands...
         but no easy armchair...
not scented candles...
no ***** vortex cradle
     of...
                returning to
the 1st "toy"...
       and some attuned to
the video medium...
                   maybe she's pregnant
and... i'm outdated...
  all the words though:
and never-to-be
video content...
     thank god...
                  came the *****
among the G.I. Joe
                        fiddly-"bits"...
i could have forgotten
the fact that i started
to *******
   before i was able
to produce genocide
and the military parade...
                 tingling
of the muscular...
  (aged 8...
  a *****-mag found
in the catacombs of a church
about to be built,
where we ran and played tag)...
but i agree...
i'd be ashamed to *******
being circumcised...
     but then... where would
i find the subordinate
woman to compensate
my cut?
                 i am not owed
anything,
     and i do not feel to own
anyone, anything, in return...
i don't mind the fatality
of the dodo project...
            because it's just
handy to be made less
suspect regarding...
       "the nature of reality".