He wasn't dreaming,   When he started screaming   “He touched my penis,   And it went away”      Removing his pants, he   Held in his hand, the   Shriveled up gland, he   Said was a fake      “He silently traded   Mine for this hated   Lump that is shaded   Olive and gray”      Pointing his finger   Right at the stranger   He said that the danger   Will escalate      Unless we kill it   Torture and spill its   Blood without guilt, it   Won't go away      The stranger was shocked when   Rocks began flocking   Around him knocking   His senses away      Like a mad hound he   Was pounded and pounded   'Til he was dead