clock

From the mouth of my uncircumcised son

 
Whenever my toddler sees a clock he calls it a cock,
which got me thinking about some connection
between measured time and male oppression,
three dicks spinning round
in the same direction
all day long
daring me
not to look.
 
In the end, though,
 
unlike, say, a double rain
bow,
 
or a rain-glazed wheel
barrow,
 
or the
gravity,
intensity,
and cold
touch of
a steel
dildo,
 
I think it’s all just a false
construct.