Lament of the Circumcised Man

when I was a baby, three days old the doctor took his steel scapel, bright and cold he grabbed my little weenie, he held it in his hand he said,”get ready, Junior, I’m going to make you a man”

I looked at him with innocent, trusting eyes he said, “are you prepared to be circumcised?” he pulled my loose flesh forward, he squeezed it in a pinch he saw my foreskin waiting there, three quarters of an inch

above my crotch he held the knife slowly he began to slice blood squirted on my nose and chin, blood squirted in my eye blood dripped from my severed member and I began to cry

“where oh where is my dear Mama? to rescue me from my first trauma? Where oh where is my dear Dad? doesn’t he know this makes me sad?”

its a thing that baby boys go through - a modern operation penis mutilation

anyway the years went by, with my tip shaped like an acorn I forgot that it looked different from when I was first born I thought it was the right aesthetic, I thought that it was cool ’cause it looked like any other dick in my gym class at high school

but then, one day after basketball practice, I was taking a leak someone was standing next to me, I had to take a peek startled, I stared! it was the transfer student from Berlin I saw between his legs… a wrinkled foreskin

“where’d you get that thing?” I asked him he told me European guys remain what he called intact the same, he said, is true, all over the world, only Americans and Jews - get hacked

well… I stared at his foreskin with curiosity and I began to wonder, why’d this happen to me? why’d my parents pay to have this surgery done?  if I still had a foreskin… I might be having fun!

Like.. inside that slippery hood I’d hide, dollar bills and silly things or maybe I would get it pierced, I’d wear a penis ear ring perhaps I’d pull the loose flesh forward, I’d tie a ribbon around the end it’d be the perfect present for a sexy friend

but now I can’t do that because I never got the chance to decide what kind of penis I could wear inside my pants

Mom and Dad, if you give birth to a bit of screaming meat you don’t chop off the ears and tongue, the chubby hands and feet but yet, you did not hesitate, you left me screaming, hurt, in shock you paid a doctor fifty dollars to decapitate my cock

If I ever have a baby, a little tiny man, like me I won’t play games with flesh I won’t let a surgeon mess with the shape of his weenie

he can keep the organ he was born with that nature gave him to enjoy I would not amputate the foreskin of a helpless baby boy