Sperm Motility

nature's way of saying I love what you do with your tongue mom used to lick her hanky to clean my face I want to kill her aided by my only allies the hobo armies of doom resulted in a sweet tooth with no answers for the impenetrable slits of her eyes the crowd was aghast so I knew we hit the glass jaw now back to the scheduled program our man Swigheart Backhoe reports from Flat, Nebraska on the next Heads of Kings exhibit down at the Crusader camp I'm trying to figure out why sperm motility hasn't created a master race yet The best of millions fighting upstream like Steelers' running back Don Quixote over a million years and we still end up with politicians with red putty noses that go honk and readers of the Weekly World News who renew their state of alarm by the minute we're not one step closer to kingdom come for it sperm motility then is as effective an indicator of Darwinian uber selection as a chicken on a rotisserie spit is an indicator of barnyard vitality you are alive right give yourself a pinch let's use sperm science to give the 2nd raters and mediocrities a chance at the brass ova the modern science of magnification can certainly arrange for a shiftless layabout sperm to take a poke at the moon enough with this Mother Nature swill put the couch potato, the hysteric the derelict pants pissing wino sperm up the beanpole and see who salutes Mother Nature eats her young and writes checks for the Eugenics Foundation of Savannah, Africa does God have someone telling him what to think so go for it you little tadpoles get in there you little champions From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.site11.com/