Utilitarian Point Of View Poem by RIC BASTASA

as the gray hen cackles looking for a place to lay her eggs
the red rooster looks for another white hen to shuffle on the ground,

we who see this does not condemn, nay we never think of morality
or codes of ethical conduct, as the rooster is just doing the work that nature and man have assigned to it

no hen ever complains that the rooster has copulated with the other
six hens around the poultry in the backyard and in the garden

neither shall we reprimand the rooster for being so restless and
cocky and prolific or as we call it engages in promiscuous sex

all that we are thinking on that moment are the eggs that each hen can lay, our minds looking forward to every morning's breakfast, when we shall choose, the usual delights: either scrambled or sunny side up or perhaps a hard-boiled egg for our personal consumption.