Lobotomy Reasoning

I see you demon
in the pissing contest corner
licking your wounds
circumcised and sodomized and
perfectly inadequate.

It is your kind I find
naked and cold among
the blackest mold of a
rapist jellyhead
dipping your toes in his
libido, slurping on his
lush deeds.

It is you I find in the
ladies mind, mirrored and
mannequin of the latest
heroin addict to walk
the prostitutes walk for
all the camera’s to see.

For you, I remove the
eyeball and tickle the
frontal lobe a bit.