When he was a young man: at his core, a girl. . .
He played the maleness game.
He made a decision: that prod he’d hurl;
Instead he’d have a cleft inside those pube curls—
He knew he’d give transformation a whirl.

So when the time came, “she” came his way. . .
This time around, not be the same—
No more “he,” but a young girl with no burly thing,
A courtiERE this time,
No lancer with quirt, in each ear a ring. . .
Just to borrow from “Wayne’s World”: there’s no mo’ “Schwing!”
’cause it’s been taken off “her”. . .wood exiting
For a genital bay sublime.

Now it’s a long-dong pile they drive, the men gender;
In Spanish, it’s “cortado”* to the member,
’cause he got a sever—turned, he’s cleaved, a dame.
There’s no need to cross-dress when he plays “Mame.”
Gave ’way the spindle, now a peckerless “Sue”:
His member dismembered.
Though in this new way, he can’t spend, it’s true.


*cortar: cut, hack, sever