This poem is a playful, satirical takedown of the unromantic notion of sexual activity, particularly reproduction, as some Darwinian imperative. I am a romantic who believes that there is more than mere chemistry to human relationships and mating.
On Acid
They both possessed
A playfulness in their grin
That sparkle in their eye
It takes
An exceptional one
To not see
They’re chemistry
Wile some may
Dare in calling
Magic
One thing is certain
They both could
Not stop
Thinking a bout
Each other’s
Deoxyribonucleic acid
