Foreskin Fluff

Like a torn foreskin
caught in Yahweh’s teeth
we bleeding babies cry
men, all of us, manful
carrying on bravely
acting whole, intact
pulled out a tad too late
snagged by canines divine
we complain endlessly
of our lot in life
when choosing our parents
we were out taking a whiz
isn’t that just so
doesn’t life just blow
immorally cut free
dandelions on the breeze

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