She is not your friend
unless she truly is a hag, a crone,
a woman beyond her childbearing years.
Still, she's not to be trusted with your Y chromosome --
she'll take it home to marinade in hormones
until it becomes her own, its maleness lost.
You might as well kiss your cock goodbye,
which is why Trickster keeps his prick
tucked safely in a box he takes with him to gigs,
snapping it on-and-off, as needed, seeding
his journey through forests of fuckerie,
while the poor hag, earthbound and wet,