dear omni micro
faceless in a cave
it tells its own story
just be grateful its hidden away
for the hot vixens will laugh you away
and the desperate will say just lick away no entry
so we understand your loss and know you're short changed
and can never walk where hunters with real lances harvest and feed
and in palaces where princes and centurions carry swords of honour
there are vacancies for eunuchs with pretensions to wordy sap poetry
you will need shades to deflect the radiance of the bright light
and big male pantaloons to hide the small holdings
reel in your angst and avert your eyes
when princes with big swords
praise the gods for gifts
you will get madder
for small thimbles
cannot do much
but make men
laugh at you