Haught, Blight, Human Plight
Hot skin, warm breasts. Life beating through all our chests.
One wish, one desire, one purpose, held tight, treasured and denied.
Our pain our shame, our curse. One wants teats, another tongues, another toes.
And yet:
My cheeks burn red with shame, while "stars" trot round in fame--
Flaunting things 'twere "never meant be seen".
Rage burns, passion rises--a bunch of cheats, a bunch of louses!
Why then they, yet I cannot?!
"Leave these rank ideals to rot!" My own kind say. No.
Not today. Today I stroke, and pull, and beat,
Scorning still, Harsh Summer's heat.
Spurting nectar thick and sweet, I say--
"I am an animal again--today."