we all seem to take it
with a wiff of stoic
last fall my women folk
had our two tom cats castrated
just thinking a queasy bitter sour
descends, churns my stomach
and our spayed cats wail, why,
no more cat fights night prowling
neighbourhood meowing
at courtship time, no courtship at all
I took no part
in these changing times
ecology, ecology and some psychology
we buy our drinking water
eat GI foods, try to save energy
they say bovine farting emissions pollute
we still keep putting up antennae
romance is wired, beware of aids
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