You have balls. I like balls.

I hope we don’t assume a witch hunt
en masse.

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
meager balls.

You may have my lifesaver,
you may,
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?