Cross-Pollination

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