Kuhnilingus

I have dreams about mutilated genitals
Never in the pursuit of shock-value
It's nonchalant, no caveat for the horror
Splendid, then, take the blade to your gender
Your preconceived notions are boiled down
Less simple than sin, more problematic than ethics
Beyond good and evil, there is one truth:
We are defined by what dangles between our legs
And more specifically, the length of the dangle
For each interaction, we agree on a silent pact
The contract of the differential
The self-winding chronicle
That congests the airwaves, Miller Lite commercials
Or the way you walk past certain genders
Whether your eyes linger, whether they quickly avert
And whether you'll admit to either action
The problem resides in more than halted impulse
It's the very essence of our being
Drawing constant distinctions for survival
That necessitates, on occasion, we draw far too many
And end up in the post-aborted, Chaz Bono world
of feigned partiality and before/after pictorials
What does gender mean?
Basically: nothing
What does gender mean to us?
Unfortunately: everything