This poem came from ernst jandl (1925-2000)
being male rather than man
I carry in my pants a joystick
that best works in my own right hand
my plaything since the age of two.
once at the age of nine
it shocked me by emitting
a slimy whitish liquid.
sobbing I rushed to where I knew
my parents, giving them a story
of overwhelming urge to pee and inability
to make it to the 100, so my pajamas
had got wetted, exchanging glances, mom and dad
played down the incident. I felt relieved
and dimly saw ahead of me the way
that I have followed this very day.