Morpho-Logic Poem by Patti Masterman

I am embarrassed by my humanity
I am so nakedly anthropomorphic
Hurriedly I put clothes upon it
sew shut all it's openings
I read only good books and do not think
and moreover say nothing I really think
I guard the body so well that when the time comes,
I cannot enjoy it's doings
Which seem an alien that I am born slave to,
and can never escape the duty
And I am so worried about it's ungovernable
thoughts and urges
That I never notice the same thoughts
in the others, and their overt nakedness
And how we all came and went through the same doors
and never once greeted one another
We were too busy being ashamed
of the packhorses we had been tethered to.