Lovestock Instock
In our evolution
we’re ever forced to chart,
with compass and the Master’s rule,
our lonely, needy heart.
Biogenic engineers,
legofederal bankoneers,
psychologic auctioneers:
WHO GOES IN THE STIRRUPS.
By our constitution
we’re challenged from above:
the value of the sexes,
the cost, the price of love.
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