Unacceptable Tradeoff

 I used to have major spells of disabling chronic depression, which really disoriented my life, causing me to lose jobs, and immobilizing me in a funk of deep despair for days at a time.  Beginning, finally, in 1986 I was treated successfully for depression, first with lithium (the first medicine that worked for me), which was then a little while later supplemented with Prozac--and gave rise within me to the well-known, nefarious Prozac dick--the limp, flaccid penis that massively interfered with what little sex life I had!  That's the subject matter of this poem below, written only earlier this month, May 2022, though I had been off Prozac, my depression successfully treated, since November 2004--GF

When I was younger,

a couple of decades ago,

and still romantically,

erotically, interested

and aroused,

my love life was

plagued by—

Prozac dick!

Yes, I had traded

my depression for a

flaccid penis,

one that could

still be aroused,

but couldn’t go

the whole way.

I’m still undecided

which was the

rawer deal—

the debilitating

depression,

or the eternally

wet spaghetti-like

Prozac dick.

Because, whenever the

erotic showdown came,

I was always the

disappointing ending!