Modern Man

Drest me and send me off With wit & lavish thoughts With a hand that carry half a loaf Of sanity dipped in buttered insanity yore Off, Off to the dragons keep in the darklin’ woods To the algorithmic palace of wizards old With a whisper of understanding in floods To embrace the man in me, I am told One argument one, detract two, still was none Whilst, 'I' was singular for oneself not an organ And we were unfolding of primate sons Who in fact was not born and never made For creatures of past in bones have told With there offspring scattered over globe Of its creeping story into primates most bold And never once did they preach of a god Progeny was not a blessing but eggs fused with sperm And coition but a pleasure and nothing more Something for peruse with toys of paranorm Till the day’s come when pills only raise your core Whilst mother never have to supine in pain If a cold steel could open the belly to show the way With draughts keeping the expectants in vain If they were inclined to trade it with a noble pay Yes, drest me and send me off my rope Off of my books of a chimera world From Tolkien to arms of Camöens soap And ‘long to arms of wizen Einstein fold Where time is relative and gravity strong And centrifuges break DNA that we hold As microscopes and gears probe no wrong Tube siblings tempered for convalescents, am told So drest me and I shall be off