I have no balls.
I know I have no balls.
That's why I've put up posters
All over town, saying:
I need your balls,
If you're not using them.
I don't mean for good.
I just want to borrow them
For special occasions,
Especially when
I meet with my therapist,
Who was the one who warned me
That I'm lacking in the first place.
She's an expert on the subject.
But balls, apparently,
Are not easy to come by.
People who have them
Must like to hold onto them.
So far, no one has called,
Except a squeaky-voiced kid
Bobby left a message
Asking me to return his call.
But he dialed the wrong number,
I think.