The Summer Job I ll Never forget Part 5
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Men lie awake at night and sleep
Not a wink, their thoughts going round
And round, finding no way to keep
Fast to principles wise and sound;
They toss and turn all night long,
Tormented by passions unclean,
As if bewitched by sirens' song--
Imagining things obscene.
Since Adam and Eve first partook
Of the forbidden fruit, both men
And women are ogled and look,
With either sex prepared to sin!
For their ways, God they seek to blame,
Saying He made them as they are,
For they have neither fear nor shame,
And temptations seek not to bar.
Wherefore, God gave them up to their
Own inclinations, and quite soon,
Men and women alike would bare
To either sex, both night and noon,
Their flesh; an abomination,
To God, was, to these perverted
Souls, deeds done in celebration
Of their choice to do as they bid.
Men painted and perfumed themselves,
Wearing silk and satin garments
Choosing gemstones from chests and shelves,
Beautiful to vision and scent.
Women lifted great weights to build
Muscular arms and great, thick thighs,
Careful neither to scent nor gild
Their close-cropped hair, cheeks, lips, or eyes.
Even when sex occurred between
A woman and a man, their roles
Were reversed, becoming obscene,:
The products of their dead, lost souls.
With neither vagina nor womb
To conceive and bring forth new life,
The male rectum became a tomb
When the husband became a wife.
The woman became dominant,
Using her loveliness, her sex,
And her skilled tongue to sass and rant,
Unmanning him as with a hex.
Unequipped with either penis
Or testes, her ability
To reproduce gave way to bliss,
Careless, now, of sterility.
Although they had not been equipped
With full, high, round, soft breasts, the men
Heedless of their slight, narrow hips,
Took the role God meant for women,
And the females, sporting phalli
Fashioned of plastic or rubber,
Impaled their buttocks from on high,
And changed each him into a her.
Once little lower than angels,
Men were now but women's playthings,
More like demons in Dante's hells
Than a heavenly host with wings.
When no longer soft, sleek, and fair,
And young enough to look lovely
With long, curly, and well-coiffed hair,
They felt, full force, their misery.
Abandoning men for other
Women, women took as their brides
Or husbands--or just as lovers--
Deaf to the old men's anguished cries.
Happy in their sterility,
Women with other women lay
And, careless of fertility,
Saw sex as but a form of play.
Breasts were for kisses, not for milk,;
The mount of Venus, made for love;
Feminine flesh, to rival silk--
Naught was determined as above.
Plastic or rubber phalli flash
Between lips, breasts, buttocks, or thighs,
But never once does semen splash
Upon lips, breasts, buttocks, or thighs.
From the beginning, lesbians,
Perverting roles God had assigned,
Played at being women or men
As if to folly they were blind.
Thus they did prove the scripture true
That reads, "They profess to know God,
But deny him by what they do;
Approving evils with a nod."
Bereft of women, men did take,
As lovers, others of their own
Sex, thus the divine law to break,
Proof that Adam's seed was well sown.
With neither breasts nor vagina
To be had, men were forced to use
(As the poor use clay for China)
Mouths or ani--or pleasure lose.
As fathers (and as men), men failed;
Their sex, divided into two
Camps, the impaling and impaled,
Were either spewed upon or spewed,
And 'though their ejaculate fell
Copiously, the errant sperm
Could but, like demons damned to hell,
In anguished death throes writhe and squirm.
Deep within the bowels sperm not yet
Dead may swim, tails thrashing madly,
In desperate effort to beget
Another of mankind's species,
Just as, when lesbians couple,
The vaginas of both lovers
Lubricate, to ease the pull
And push of false, sterile members.
Meant to bring joy, not misery,
God's commandment to multiply
Intended both fertility
And pleasure, but his good decree
Is overturned in same-sex sex;
Dominance and submission seek
Not to reproduce but to vex,
Exercising power oe'r the weak.
Those who preferred the opposite
Sex to their own, nevertheless,
Behaved as if they had not wit
Enough to repent and confess
The sins of those men and women
Who take only one another,
Lying men with men and women
With women, as same-sex lovers.
Women strapped phalli to their hips,
Thrusting these dildos through male
Paramours' pierced ani or lips,
Transforming them into females.
Those men who retained dominance
Likewise oft preferred an oral
Embrace, lips round penis, enhanced,
By sex centered on the anal.
If, on the rarest occasions,
Rather than oral or anal
Intercourse, some daughters or sons
Were born, results of vaginal,
Unprotected fun, abortion
Could soon end a vile bastard's life;
Therefore, consequences, there were none,
Nor need to take woman to wife.
Not content to pervert God's plan,
Some men, changing their sex,
Became women; a woman, a man
Became, now and then, to her shame.
Breasts were added here, there removed;
The same was done to sex organs--
All was done to prove or disprove
One had been a man or woman.
Absurdly, humanity thought;
It had, by rearranging parts,
Through addition and subtraction, sought
Made a third sex by fits and starts.
But men with vaginas and breasts
And women with neither, but male
Parts instead--do they pass the tests
By which we judge male and female?
With men taking men as lovers,
Engaging in oral and anal
Sex, women with one another
Enjoying anal and oral
Sex, and transsexuals ready
To have sex with either sex, it
Is clear the vagina sees
Less action than a fled-from pit.
By letting man have his own way,
Transforming heaven into hell,
God exposes mankind's decay
In a story that can't turn out well.
Degradation, it may be true,
Like humiliation, can be
Exciting for more than a few,
But won't reproduce the species.
Therefore, preference for oral
Sex, lesbianism, or other
Perverted acts, such as anal
Intercourse between male lovers
May take delight in forbidden
Behavior, abusing free will,
But, despite its pleasure, such sin
Cannot, ultimately, but kill.
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