some things are not carelessly thrown about. 

others with great care tendering be your bout. 

nakedness is not a thing to everyone shown. 

some at them will only frown. 

they stole my preciuos manhood.

and left me hiding in a hood. 

men's mind rove like planes. 

they think with their eyes in lanes. 

their brain lies between the legs. 

and think only things without pegs. 

mine was as such like serious. 

they often roved to the obvious. 

till my seeds were collected in a pot. 

to the spiritualist they had to report. 

they stole my precious manhood. 

and left me hiding in a hood. 

i have searched healing unsuccessfully.

my gropings were done relentlessly. 

prayers have not helped matters. 

i spend all the money that matters. 

nothing seems to return the returnable. 

i cannot regenerate the regeneratable. 

my cries fill my pillow to soak. 

am as useless as a dirty sock.

they stole my precious manhood. 

and left me hiding in a hood. 

i recall the night i slept early. 

something i did quite rarely. 

I heard a song so sweet. 

i had prayed hard in a split. 

something hit me hard on the head. 

i  heard my manhood poke the head. 

suddenly I was well and whole. 

those with manhood i was counted body and soul. 

they returned my precious manhood. 

and i made a vow to hide not in a hood. 

TAccursedPe