I've got no balls they've been cut off
They lie in a jar to the world exposed
I've lost my sexual urges
And i am ashamed
The things i used to do
Distant memmory pain
I'm going throught hot flushes
If only i could shave
They know the pain they put me through...
i'd do the same to them.
But im somehow unable
I think i'm going soft
I could'nt even harm them
Because i've got no balls
And so they laugh and stare
They really drive me wild
I've got no life i've got no friends
They treat me like a child
So now i'm getting older
My hair matted and gray
Soon i will be taken
And never seen again
The twelve years service given
The last three left to die
On this rotten carpet
I am left to lie
In this stinking dog house
No balls, no pups no life.
This was kind of humourous but at the same time, pretty damn depressing. The humourous part was just the mental image of a neutered dog speaking to me, everything else seemed to me, I felt, to be an analogy between a dog and an old man - of him getting older and feeling less worthy, without a voice, going senile... ignored and left to his own device to wither and die.
Ok, I just wandered then, sorry about that lol. I've seen hundreds of animal operations while working as a vet assistant for three years... a part of my life that was really stressful but rewarding. I always felt sorry for the dogs and cats that came in to get their balls whacked off... like I was the one going "sorry man, I'm just so sorry but your owners want it done and we don't want you impregnating the whole neighbourhood blah blah blah"... as a sort of apology that I think transcends species.... all males have that instinctive protective urge for their family jewels and feel the deepest pity and condolences for males that have been castrated.
Ok, now I just blabbed even more hahahaha! This comment really wasn't that helpful, was it? You just brought back a lot of memories with this write, so yea haha, I'll try to be more helpful in the next comment I give you.
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