A Torn Man

The question isn’t who is going to let me; its who is going to stop me.

Ayn Rand

I am
A torn man.

Caught in the tug of war
Of three really beautiful ladies.

One tugs at my mind
The other at my heart
And the other, pulls at my penis.

I do not know
What to do

Do i extricate my mind?
And leave my heart blind to finding love,
And my penis burning with desire?

Or do i unclasp my heart?
From the grasp of the lady holding it
In exchange for a crazy mind
And a pissed penis?

Or do i follow where my penis points
And forget about making art
With the lady holding my heart?

And where shall i sow my seed
If i let go of the one my penis needs?

Such a dilemma i find myself in.

But i’ll have to choose, and soon
Lest i find myself being torn to pieces.

Lazarus Shatipamba

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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