Poem for Day 028 – 20141021
They say the requirements of life are:
water, clothing shelter, and food.
To these I don't disagree,
but there is one I must decree.
I speak of a compulsion,
an essential obligation,
the constant occupation,
our life's prepossession.
Look to the demanding condition,
the elemental stipulation,
the physical specification.
It is sought, and found,
through many ways timeless:
sex, sports, and violence.
Too much perhaps, often excessive.
I am starved: sex is forbidden.
I am famished: sports are for jocks.
I am ravenous: violence makes me chicken.
Touch me please, this is all too much.
Must I seek the bad touch?
Should I turn to attention poorly given?
Will you quench my thirst with violation?
Touch me please, I have the need.
© 2014. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.