They snipped out my tubes,
\nwhich promptly grew back.
\nThe heart is fickle,
\nnot gonads so much.
\nBrought them home
\nin formaldehyde,
\nsprouts which spurted
\nout chromosomes
\nin a vial I sported
\nas proof coitus
\nwith me was gratis.
\nI had quit, I thought,
\nthe dunking wheel
\nof want and rebirth.
\nYet each semen sample
\nPlanned Parenthood sent
\na billet-doux back
\nwith the bittersweet fact
\nlegions of zoa
\nthrove in my jism.
\nAt first my hard-ons
\nrang to the thrill
\nprocreation cannot be
\nso blithely dismissed
\n\u2014 pleasure soon to be
\ntempered by steel.
\nBack on the table
\nI bore a fresh blade,
\nsevered the tethers
\nwhich bound me to spawn.
\nFour bits in a bottle
\nnow serve to remind,
\nwhere lust is centered,
\nthe bone was splintered.
\nThen it grew strong.<\/p>\n
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They snipped out my tubes, which promptly grew back. The heart is fickle, not gonads so much. Brought them home in formaldehyde, sprouts which spurted out chromosomes in a vial I sported as proof coitus with me was gratis. I had quit, I thought, the dunking wheel of want and rebirth. Yet each semen sample … <\/p>\n