The Second Oldest Profession
Motherhood isn’t exactly an afterthought.It’s more that it isn’t thinking at all:An imperative, an obedience.
Sex for pleasure, contrary to opinion,Requires forethought—hence the bottle of wine—And proves the body is the mind’s nature.
Infuriating as this is to many,History suggests no remedies workSince they all entail, and depend on, slavery.
Speciation is evolution’s drive(Though we murder species by the millions)And speciation requires reproduction,
But mammals reproduce placentally,Laying their eggs in nests of flesh, not leaves,And estrus comes to know no seasons
In hominids who want sex all the time,Male and female alike, like it or not who will.Thus we break the rules, to power’s dismay,
Which uses babies to guard its prisons—Exploiting the love that no one denies—And in these prisons women suffer for love,
As a rule, sans sex, their bods alluring no more,And, unjust though this penitence be, most menWill follow it to the oldest profession,
Knowing women in constant heat can be blamed,Through hardly any fault of their own, for men’s abuseOf evolution’s godforsaken success.
Motherhood isn’t exactly an afterthought.It’s more that it isn’t thinking at all:An imperative, an obedience.
Sex for pleasure, contrary to opinion,Requires forethought—hence the bottle of wine—And proves the body is the mind’s nature.
Infuriating as this is to many,History suggests no remedies workSince they all entail, and depend on, slavery.
Speciation is evolution’s drive(Though we murder species by the millions)And speciation requires reproduction,
But mammals reproduce placentally,Laying their eggs in nests of flesh, not leaves,And estrus comes to know no seasons
In hominids who want sex all the time,Male and female alike, like it or not who will.Thus we break the rules, to power’s dismay,
Which uses babies to guard its prisons—Exploiting the love that no one denies—And in these prisons women suffer for love,
As a rule, sans sex, their bods alluring no more,And, unjust though this penitence be, most menWill follow it to the oldest profession,
Knowing women in constant heat can be blamed,Through hardly any fault of their own, for men’s abuseOf evolution’s godforsaken success.
