The Categorical Imperative of GETTING IT ON

I ride the horse so black and brave

I swim through currents cold and cruel

And if you think I am a knave

I’ll show you who’s the bigger fool


You’ll quiver like a chastened slave

You’ll be my pliant, passive tool

And on your flesh I will engrave

A tattoo of my raunchy rule


Submit to me, the man you crave

Your pleasures are a meager gruel

My spike will make your life less grave

Don’t be a stupid, stubborn mule


And do not cry and rant and rave

Your freedom is a whirling pool

Your tumult will not let you save

Or cherish life as its lived dual

Cppyright, David Gottfried, 2009


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