You have balls. I like balls.
I hope we don’t assume a witch hunt
Where a dividing line is physically found,
such as in pipe a dream.
I’m guided by voices who speak the truth.
Voices who have
You may have my lifesaver,
when you pry it from my cold dead hands.
And of something real, I mean dear lord,
you have balls. Meager balls. But balls.
I talk about you, because, who else?