For the Woman Who Asked Why I Write Dirty Poems
Father! Make him stop this solitary vice.
The boy is touching himself,
spilling his seed,
killing his babies,
self-abuse.
He'll go blind.
He'll go crazy.
He'll die young.
He's a pervert.
Satan controls him.
Bind his hands.
Beat him each night.
Tie his wrists to the headboard
so he can't reach his parts.
Strap his feet to the bedpost
so his thighs can't rub.
Cover his genitals
with a hard metal shield.
An obstinate case?
Attach a red hot wire to his penis.
