If I felt obligated to begin by warning
that this stanza may contain content that is offensive
or at least inappropriate for some readers,
would it make the image of me holding my cock
in front of a computer screen any less poetic?
And where would the debasement of style actually occur:
in the grandiloquent expression for my superannuated manhood
or in the reference to coaxing Salinger
to come out and play?