Friday, June 7, 2019

№ 612: Free Will. . .Until (eh, mate?)

LIKE FREE LUNCH ONLY MORESO, June 6

We may have a little bit of free will.
Until we're waylaid by puberty.
Ovaries ripen, testes descend.
And then:
chronic, lifelong lack of salubrity.

We become a scramble
of pubic hair brambles,
mammary glands, facial stubble.
Then it is only a matter of time
before we find we're in trouble.

Fullness of lips,
biceps and hips:
the deceiving tips
of the sexberg.
Alluring means
developed by genes
to confuse the senses
and override reason.
We come into season —
defeated, defenseless —
and as intended
mating commences.

It may appear
this is our idea.
Tommyrot!
It is not!

[updated 6/8/2019 9:54 pm]