Socrates Poem by James Gibbons

What instinctual attractions
too bad they're human,
because without that small flaw
you might see the charms.
It's difficult to remove one item
we're not shopping groceries here.
Orderliness demands standards!
Painted faces, pouty lips
curvaceous bodies, come hither looks.
Did the snake teach it to Eve
while he was selling apples?
Is it part of a genetic code?
Sly minxes an attractive bait
for males three to ninety three
prior to that, breast feeding free!
It's so easy to do a one on one,
then depart lion and lioness.
Afterward sets the scene, do seconds,
thirds and stay for forth's.
"Ay, there's the rub", day after day
year after year, exactly how does it work?
"For who would bear the whips and scorns,
the pangs of despised love".
Language becomes confused, intermixes
with long forgotten emotions making
a deadly brew Socrates willingly drank.