This poem came from ernst jandl (1925-2000) joystick 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.
