Short Foreskin Poems

Men who have been subject to a circumcision
experience 60 percent less orgasm sensation
than men who currently still possess their foreskin....

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The winter has honed its attack.
“I'm freezing!” my butt shrieks alack,
as up climb the freezes
from toes passed the knees-es.
It's so cold my foreskin grew back!

12/30/18...

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W-W.
Training bra, stuffing tissue ambition.
Black Bikini top, captures a man’s vision.
Breast-feeding, a painful loving tradition.
Mammogram exam,  life becomes a mission.
Breast Cancer Results, nothing close to removing the foreskin in a circumcision.

11-12-12

SandyIvy...

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friend front
 fond face facemask
facial flowers feathers food fingers
frisk frock foreplay

foreskin forsake forgive futtock
folks fork frank
flak flack funk

i am kind of happy now
my brain fog from reading all those 38 poems
has cleared i can think again
fine free freedom fellas...

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They cut baby's flesh
foreskin for god 
forsaken modification 
reflect on what they have mistaken 
for his true words 
I'm not real 
never loved you 
and never will 
this illusion 
you have fused 
with delusion
only to manipulate 
and distribute  
your hate 
and well deserved fate
will come soon 
the world is passing this evening 
and your end is at noon...

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poem stew
flight on through
moon beamed blame
tussling with shame
what loose love
of
art
circumstances circumcision
found fondling feathers foreskin
serendipitous guns zen roses
gladiatorial glances
discombobulating
princess paranoia
prancing paupers
collecting copper
panhandling offerings
ramblrambling coffins
something stolen
something bruised
something to old to be knew
poem stew
?...

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The fact that Jesus was a Jew
may seem odd to quite a few

  Then eight days after Christmas, how about this
  ~ January first, New Year's Day, was his bris *



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*'bris mila,' which literally means 'cov-
enant of the foreskin,' is the Hebrew 
term for a Jewish ritual circumcision. 
It is performed on the eighth day of a 
baby boy's life. Jesus' bris, therefore, 
was on the 1st of January....

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He fiddled 
with his foreskin,
pulling the taunts over

The tip of his nose,
it still stung, from when
Gary Mother****in' Jackson
(a strapping lad who insisted
this should have been his middle
name, after taking up a pool
job one summer)

Had pushed him, rather
abruptly into the bushes,
and those branches

Feeling like hands, poked
and prodded into the depth's
of his skin and he'd walked 

Through that day, red and 
welty, like an overgrown zit....

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