I am swimming as fast as I can
Said the lagging sperm from behind
He spoke to the champion leading the charge
But already he could not be heard
The champion swam like a sperm with a mission
He knew the treasure he carried
He followed the wetness of the channel
Looking for hints of direction
From the throbbing organs
Approving his quest
He knew he carried the seed of a new God
Everything would be different and better now
Humanity held its breath, he thought
Suddenly the Holy Eggs came into view
He speeded more—maybe too much
His slithering tail failed him
He went round and round
Tumbling in hopeless circles
While the lagging sperm, now triumphant
Passed him by with a smile
Bored into the white shell
Proclaiming victory
Releasing his bundle of cruelty and hate
Now nothing nothing nothing
Would ever change.
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Author:
Berthold Lippel (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I seem to be in a period of slight craziness, with poems written by robots and poems written by sperms. There will be more craziness, caused by the Tucson heat...
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Comments1
Let it go, let it go...👣
Let it free your body...
Let it move your soul....
What I love 💞about you,my friend,is that you are NOT Conventional...😜
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