Trenchant Persona: A Poem. (self.zoophilia)
submitted 2017-01-13 19:55:37 by Kynophile Dog lover
In ancient times, our goals were simplified,
The bonds of lovers forged in dire need
To procreate, to plant in womb a seed
To grow a child and thus ensure one's pride.
But as our every need is satisfied
Without much chance of death, that morbid creed
Has been replaced, and we are free to feed
On fruits from which we'd previously shied.
So what if we would pick from other trees
Companions with more feral, simple minds
With whom we share our love for all their lives?
Leave us to deal with feed, and muck, and fleas
Instead of separating us by kinds
In judgment of our sins, with sharpened knives.
That was such an enlightening experience.