(After Daniel)

My balls
my sweaty balls
my sweaty shriveled balls
my sweaty shriveled hairy balls
my balls are purple.
My balls are out of whack.
My balls are producing much
of what is expected of them
– not that anyone appreciates it
or takes advantage of it.
Nobody sucks me off
is what I’m saying.

Nobody touches my purple hairy shriveled balls
or kisses them
or places moistened tea bags on them
or anything else I read about
in that soggy book I found in the woods.
Nobody uses my balls
for their intended purpose.
I keep hoping
keep striving
keep trying to get ahead
but my balls
and their associated paraphernalia
are in lousy shape
which sucks
and leaves us blue.