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.