My prostate PSA rumpled my composure;
Clamped my garden hose,
And pissed off my Urethra;
Who wants to link sex with urination.
And wait for whether its BPH or big C.
Sex used to be focused on her words in my ear
Not the size of my acorn and the mg of my Cialis.
God hid the prostate in a mysterious place and
Seems to have misplaced the clitoris
which makes me wonder all anew
what else of mine is now askew.