Intoxicated Sperm Donors

 

He lies to himself
That she’s in love 
With him
But she’s not.
She loves his sperm-
His genes.

He knows not
That the offspring 
He has sired
Is biologically his
But doesn’t own it.
He needs permission
From his sperm recipient
To go somewhere
With his offspring.

His home
Is a home 
Of many managers
And a sea 
Of external secrets;
He’s sitting 
On a ticking bomb
Soon it will detonate.

Unearth your essence
My fellow man.
Find the bucks
And claim your space
My brother from Terra
Always know
That they love 
What you are,
What you have,
Or what you shall have.

I want to tell you
What they won’t tell you;
There’s no one 
To love you
But many to love you
For what you are
You have, or shall have.
Don’t you be lured
By the soft massages
And intoxicating words.

©  Sea-Crab Poetry.
(Voyager of Words)

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