Friday Fiction: 100 Word Challenge

by Smitty

The knowledge that one has been hoodwinked: they took my cockandballs.

I sit on a step before a temple ruin. My flesh is become a metaphor for it.
A cautionary tale. One should reject every Progressive utterance.
There. Is. No. Corporate. Guilt. Not your country; not your civilization; not your gender.
Their nonsense caught me in college and lasted as long as the decadent drug debauch.
Liberated from manhood, I can only now reject being a victim, and dedicate my remaining heartbeats to opposing Progressive evil wherever it seeks to corrode and destroy that which is good, true, and lasting.
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Picture via Darleen