In Its Place.

If there were ever to be a flower

Then there had to have been a seed.

Not a seed, seed.

Or an egg, egg combination.

If that of it were ever

To be so, so,

Then let the neutering begin.

Nature will of course always take its course.

As this is the case,

Then it’s simple, joined up evolution,

So let no one put that asunder.

Or put another way,

Biology knows its place.

And the case for seed, seed

Or egg, egg?

It may as well be

Dead, dead.

Biology will always be

In its place.

And the case for love?

Well, there is no love lost,

When you are a tree.

(C) 2018 Christopher Thompson.

All rights reserved.

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