Some look for it
With all they have;
Some bend backwards to get it,
Atimes licking the lion's haemorrhoidic rear;
A lot importunately ask with solemn petitions,
But are not given;
Some seek, fruitlessly,desperately
As if for a lost sheep;
Others pound mercilessly on the Door,
As if their being depends on it,
Yet the stout Door yields not.
But you have it
On a platter of your promiscuous fidelity,
Lucky, not with the dreaded monster,
To the bargain.
Yet not batting an eyelid,
You cast him away,
With all the potential of his individuality;
You throw him away,
Like filthy water.
You dump him -
The pearl of maternity-
The hope of the future-
On the roadside garbage heap.
This thing you swallowed;
This thing you carried,
For all of nine lunar revolutions,
When all mankind was drugged with sleep.
All because you wanted
To resume your everlasting juvenile jive.
You are a cowardly beast,
Bereft of Eve's primordial instinct.