the sooth i have learn-ed
in days spent afloat
is that often when turn-ed
we’ve no cause to gloat

a wuman and man are two silly shapes
with allcurves and whiskers
and lipstwigsandgrapes

we laugh and we linger
because of our fear
for deaths bony finger
and eternity near

in love and in anger in rage, lust and shame
we try to distance ourselves from this mocky game

but at the end of the day
with hearts battered and worn
there’s not much to say,
save, oops, i was born.