Poetry Wed-nes-day

Phallic Phantasies and Murderous Mayhem
A Socratin Phallacy of Plato

To Live Long and Prosper

The Beast that resides.
It hides

Clawing for freedom
For Sodom
Parts more than sum

Drunken taste
In its haste
It tries to lay waste
To irrational desires it can be traced

But the lion.
Up for auction.
To control, a weapon.

It’s a spirited element.
A tool so blunt.

A leader is needed.
Something unconceited.
But above the grunt.

Human reason
Strong throughout the season
Something to not be boughten.
A thing somewhat Vulcan

End