shopping for fruits and vegetables,
a joy of total domain,
with a sure hand and sharp eye,
you choose and select again and again
your decision arbitrary and irrevocable,
next year those lonely strains,
that sat and wasted upon the shelves
will not reappear,
we compete, with peers and so called friends,
it is a daily chore,
dropping out is no solution,
you compete,
if you want to come up for selection,
every time you look at the opposite sex
you are grading, choosing selecting,
are we robots of our genes
are not honor and loyalty,
the subject of our story
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