I have a Penis

I have a penis,
for which I am cursed,
envied, villified and revered.
It is seen as the seat of my inner desire, and truest self,
albeit wrongly so,
although it often seems to think for itself,
and act of its own confounded volition,
power and purpose.
While it has given me such pleasures,
and joys,
It is driven by the primal force
of which I must fear, hardly fathom,
yet longingly reconnoiter it's targets,
It has conversly brought great sorrow,
evil, tragedy and travesty.
It makes me a fool;
It makes me a God.
It creates.
It destroys.
It cannot be ruled,
or possessed,
yet I can take it in hand.
It can be worshipped,
as odalisques do,
as those who seek and adore
it's power and charms.
In dubious exaltation it will rise
and with enough encouragement,
stupidly hold forth it's essence.
It's seeds.
As many as the stars in the heavens,
for which my body has dutifully striven
to gain and replenish,
then nourish and support,
as a perfunctory bodily function.
It's priority of "survival"
cannot be altered.
It seems to know
it's essence is beautiful,
LIFEFORCE,
yet it's essence is vile,
or seen so by many.
While it's purpose is victory,
over life itself,
thru cleansing, rejuvenation
and regeneration,
I know it can and does defeat me,
and instigates filth and squalor,
and invokes my deviance. I have a penis,
and by it's virtue,
and lack of same,
I am a man.
MGD 2006..