EVOLUTION'S SMALL PLEASURES
- Jun 6
- 1 min read
By Vincent Kenny
It’s an excuse for a romp really
beyond the unspoken unspeakables of civil society
How could it be otherwise –
to loosen the chains
that keep it all…. well - civil!
The thoughts behind those flickering eyelids,
the un-uttered slowly released …. sigh,
boy; that released primeval urge –
chemical surge….
Ejacula, ejaculus ejaculorum;
Sperm casts into the void –
that utero place we called home;
(as it was at the beginning, is now, and never ending)
We mortal fools serve no one but nature’s urge,
a little pleasure to incentivise that purge;
a billion times before – we come, we go.