WHERE IS MY DICK?

In drunken haze, I stumbled home,
A lonely soul, feeling so alone.
I cut my dick off, booze-fueled spree,
Or maybe my wife’s wrath set it free.

Memories twist, shadows blur,
Pain throbs where reason stirred.
In bed, I woke, a crimson pool,
A nightmare real, my mind a fool.

Morning's light revealed my plight,
A severed piece, lost to the night.
A scream, a gasp, a heart in fright,
Blood-soaked sheets, a ghastly sight.

Regret and fear, sharp and tight,
Confusion reigns in morning light.
To heal, to find, to understand,
In sober dawn, I search, I scan.

Pain and horror, intertwined,
A fractured soul, a shattered mind.
To piece together, seek the truth,
In sober dawn, I trace my youth.