This debt which hangs around my neck
ball and chain and albatross
and harsh collar of rosary beads. Did I say beads?
I meant to say boulders.
This debt, I should call "mother,"
enemy to the gender between my legs
She who, in secret, vows
to bury my masculine traits
developed from the age of Neanderthal,
instincts of survival, she wills to annihilate
for the good of a compromise called marriage.
This debt around my neck.
A man who to his wife is puppet,
you call such, men or adopted orphans?
A man fully puppeted,
sorry excuse for lover.
The sad state of 21st Century
emasculated jerks and suckers.
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