Yet why does some Baser Instinct still Shake
Of Pheromones quite un-mixed into Age
Much the Swording Spirit does what Right make
Then urge these Churches paint Pink into Rage
That Time-Hugged Teachings split the Child into Yore
Soon which your Model as Tradition reversed
Though Truth the Publican as Nature once Swore
To Play the Bare Fox your Slyness dipersed
Place enough; though iffy my Hormones still
Try to solve Equation you Nourish both
Given your Lad's Wares his Prime Circle re-fill
Embroider your Dreams as Stars into Cloth.
All too Fit the Partner's Profile your Plan
As Hunger for Tinseltown pursuade you can.
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