Love’s Lurid Past
The hairy Cro-Magnon hit his
woman
With a club, dragged her to
the cave,
Grunted his way to an
orgasm.
Wait, that was yesterday.
The Eastern monarch built
his harem
One-by-one, honoring each
with the
Pleasure of pleasuring him.
No, that’s the cult story on
the news today.
The lord of the manor rode
about
To select the serf to
satisfy his needs.
“You,” he said, and rode
away
Soon to ride her, too.
The Russian oligarch the
other day?
The ancient Greek statesman
revered
Mentor, boy to man in loving
Man-to man. The driven holy
man
Just yesterday with lusty
hands.
Love’s lurid past is now.
Is this another human stain
To spoil the glory that
keeps us
At the top of the living
heap?
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