This poem is an ode to the degenerate view that “evolution” is somehow driven merely by sexual reproduction. The poem calls out the misanthropy of patriarchy…
Fucking Genus
He was posed to
Reckon it
As straight up evolution
Half original
As might he
Reproduction
Man’s soul measure
Buy thinking a head
Won or the other
In guttural in tuition
Glorifying random mutants
As guise will be guise
Sow they say
What is a man
Too do
Laying claim
Inerrant cockiness
And sure enough
Screwing it up
Consider it
Fucking genus
And that in alienable
Origin of specious
As sum kind
Of petri ark
As women dished
As mirror objects
What amor can there be?
It’s dam well sure
No woman
Would ever conceive
Such a misanthropic scheme
