Poem Time!

The boner on my shoulder likes to cry out loud.
I was never to happy with the high pitch sounds and the warm air waves from the uninvited guest of my new body. A crooked bandit that came from hell just to bring annoyance and disruption to my otherwise peaceful and well organized life as a train conductor. Nowadays people wont even look into my eyes anymore. All gazes are stolen from the boner on my shoulder.