threeways at least in the sewers of philosophy

he's male, she says

so must be prurient

all night must have visions of women

fucking pigs being raped stripping whirling

opening themselves to the dead gynaecology

of dead males only knowing a dead love

dying themselves down in the arms

of that imagined dead goddess

who quacked through the bars

of their cots

without her, she says

he would die

yeah but

she says males need genetic modification by females

yeah but in everything you are

you been doing that for a million years

this is what you chose

this half-fledged warrior unsocialised and someways dead

yearning to come home

now so far away so unwelcome

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