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Kα ί ή γ ά π η σ α ν ο ι ‘ά ν ζ ρ ω π ο ι μ ãλ λ ο ν τ ό σ xό τ ο ς ‘ή τ ό φ ώ ς
ST. JOHN, III: 19
What are my giggleberries for
When Nature modern men abhor?
We each should live by man-made law
And fight our bestial spirits.
The bull is lustful – made a steer,
No longer can he Nature hear;
Thus geld me too, my urge I fear.
The eunuch has his merits.
The faithful hound is lucky he
Is spayed by master and is free
To live life quite unnaturally
And love expected habits.
But man is not an animal,
Must keep and tame each ruling ball;
Must take one mate and fain forestall
The drive to mimic rabbits.
It seems perverse, iniquitous
To ask immortal feats of us,
To function and yet make no fuss
When living by the limits
A broken life exhibits.
Samuel Reed
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