This New Poem I Wrote (Poem)

So what if I cut off my head,
and walked around all afternoon dribbling it like a basketball,
except that it’s a head and not a ball?

Would you cut off my testicles and shove them down
my nonexistent throat?
No, probably not, because you’re not a violent person.

And I heard sirens, creeping through the night.
I heard sirens,
creeping through the night.