An alien implant
Planted in the base of my member
It must have been done sometime during that haze that surrounded me this passed December
No, it must have been later
I have somehow become a masterbator , in lieu of finding my new man
What is it that they want from me?
To stop me from reproduction?
Can they not fathom this world with more than one me in it?
I know, I am quite a handful sometimes
But, it is only when they have persisted long enough to send me over the edge
Then, it is over for them
All of their plots that they had so carefully constructed over months of saving face around me
Each one of them, plucked violently from their posts
What else was I supposed to do?
I can\'t tone myself down when I am fueled by energies that were not created by me
Can\'t they see it\'s their own fault for being the way that they choose to be?
Albeit ignorantly, foolishly, blindly chosen
That is what they get for supposing me so
I know that some of them end up truly being sorry
Sorry ass pieces of slime
It should be a crime that is punishable by the strong arm of the law to live out their existences the way that they do
I am through with even giving them the gift of thought
They, unlike myself, are quite easily forgotten
But me, never would I be granted such solace
In regard to them, let my essence move on
I used to assume that they were gone, but they were with me all along
Blending into my atmosphere
Going insane, caught up in the melody of my song
I wanna know how it was that they got away with implanting some mechanism in the base of my ding-dong!
Like a one of a kind of specimen , a rare cow within the cattle
Branded
To be studied
Followed
Traced
Chipped, in the most intrusive way imaginable
I wish I could remember when it was when I last looked up into the skies and spotted something not of this Earth
For some odd reason, it makes me want to witness the birth of my own child
I have been defiled and I do not know what I can do
Perhaps I was chosen to create the perfect breed
One of the last of my kind, I\'ve been told
It needed to be done and I doubt that I would have been ok with it
That is why I was not asked
I was not told
I cannot remember
I refuse to grow old
Somewhere left behind in the Winter cold, I was taken
God, please allow me to be forsaken
This must be my rude awakening
Can this ever be removed?
Rubbed away?
Will it dissolve within the hours of playtime?
Can I donate it to the beings of the sublime?
I feel like I am part of an experiment
Like the victim of a wicked witches hex
Like my bastard ex put it on me because his Mother wants to have my sex
Nothing has power over my almighty creator
I am a sexual being, not a fucking masterbator!
Take away all of the envious elements that are mixed within this curse
Cross-pollination through the ten-fold reversal of their spells
Through the ringing of all of the church bells in town
Maybe it is as simple as surrendering to the skies
The answer to my prayers to be taken again
Only so that I may re-awaken to find my natural form.....
5.23.2017