the only time a man
held my private package
I was resting back
on the examination table
at the Family Health Plan southside clinic
they had already given me a sedative
and asked if I would bring someone to drive me home
and although I felt as if I was drunk
I was getting ready for my first vasectomy
and the main thing I remember
is that the doctor pulled out a 12 inch piece of string
and tied up my two testicles
as if they were a steer roped
and tied up with its' legs in the air
and for the life of me
I don't know why he used the string
or isn't there a vasectomy clamp
or was the string a symbol
of me hanging up
my parenting
ability?
Ouch! You brave man. Great poem, I can't help but smile at, for some strange reason. 10 from trying to be sympathetic! Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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