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walking down the street
driving in the car
riding on the train
flying on the plane
an eye for more than just
the routine comes about
like a pleasant smelling incense 
filling the room &
suddenly the carnivorous within
makes sense of its surroundings---
the eyes change & 
the carnal lust kicks in---
tracing the forms of those 
attractive, breathing in more deeply
when cologne & perfume
pass by &
feeling a tenseness in the muscles
a yearning for release
for quenching of the unquenchable
for the satisfaction of what is
unsatisfiable &
all too common for the lot 
is the societal notion that
the urge must be kept at bay
that it must be set aside for a more
“appropriate” context---
how civilized us animals are
when we stifle our lust for sex &
allow our lust to kill each other
to run rampant,
hiring others to do it for us
hiring others to go to other countries &
do it for us or
just walking out into the street & 
pulling the trigger to set fire to the world
with a release not too different from the one
sex provides---
so here we are, us humans
staring at each other
undressing each other &
fantasizing as the day goes by
hungry & growing more so
with every passing minute---
the blockades that have been set up
by “acceptable social constraints”
soon will fall by the wayside
someday or night &
instinct will take over
because we are not yet robots &
we are not dead yet.

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