To Be A Man

Few sunrises succeeding the torn vagina's regurgitation ritual
Comes the scalpel's soft roar
a bloody wake of the phallus
Life's boulevard stretches into a smooth start
Puberty invades like cancerous cells - a deposition of milky innocence; scales fall off
Gape those eyes - reality is the cockerel whose crow accompanies the sighing of this new dawn
Spikes, land mines, tares adorn the terrace ahead with perfection
The brain and heart; permanent waifs
On the asphalt, in morrows question marked womb, racing on wheels after the scarce tender, plotting a domicile erection and ...
Chauvinism incarcerate - if you are, or wish to be, not I
Soon the dire desire will boil with urge to complete the diaphragm's dentition
You'd plunge into the clutter heap in quest of a fitting fang

Scared to the marrows; a myriad, perhaps more, of this legendary lore
Blindfolds of flimsy flairs tugging heavily against their ignorant optic(s)
R-u-n-n-i-n-g r-u-n-n-i-n-g r-u-n-n-i-n-g and r-u-n-n-i-n-g faster than their brave shadows with tails amid hinds like a cowardly Rots
Before bottles; a crown of glory and godly rectitude rewards extensive dedication,
Expertise, dense with fragrance of lusty dances atop innocent sheets

never was it sketched on canvas; an easy sojourn
Indeed not a day's job, is it?