A Hospital Hoodwink

It was stolen from me,
Before I knew it was mine.
They didn’t tell me I had one,
Didn’t know till I was nine.

The pain that this has caused me,
Is unknown to half the field.
Reduce that number by half again,
And honest figures it will yield.

This masked man of torture,
Said to be a creature of life.
But he took what was already mine,
And left me in terrible strife.

I dream what it may have been like,
Belonging to its rightful owner.
The games I could have played with it,
The protector of my boner.

Too many years have gone by,
I don’t even know what I’ve missed.
All I know is that I want it now,
If only so it can be kissed.

This fleshy hood that I once had,
Was simple, honest, and true.
It would have hid it well at times,
But not when I would screw.

Like an angel having its wings cut off,
A superhero losing his cape.
My member now sits naked at night,
With no blanket left to drape.

My skin mullet gone,
My organ clean and bare.
Words cannot express my anguish,
I can only gaze and stare.

I guess it’s something I’ll have to deal with,
It’s something I will always lack.
Why the hell did I get circumcised?
And why the hell do I want it back?