All that Rubbish

accepted social illusions re-explored

ALL THAT RUBBISH!

It’s all there.
Excitement.
Desire.
Longing.
Craving.

Possession.
Enjoyment.
Satisfaction.
Control.
Procreation.

They romanticize.
Love.
Marriage.

Employ symbols.
Call it Heart,
what resembles more
the deep secret
opening of life.

In short,
A purely hormonal story.

Determined sex is vital.
A eunuch is not easily loved.

What is born,
Is again possessed..
Not to let go..ever.

History repeats itself.
The cycle goes on.

They call it
Filial love,
Motherhood,
Sentiment.

Efforts are made,
To make it all
Fool-proof.
But….
Truth is a bastard..
Keeps peeping out.