What longings, cravings
Of the heart
Cannot be satisfied
By walking, strolling
‘Neath Springtime’s sun
With both eyes open wide?
What joys, what pleasures
Known to man
Cannot be thus attained?
For sunshine, brightness
Universally
Make life’s sweetness sustained.
The nymph’s, the angel’s
Coats are shed,
Replaced by skirts and skin.
Such heat, desire
In humid air
Invite the males in.
And men, Adonis
In their minds
Accept the season’s gifts.
Like thermals, doves
Nature collides.
Winter’s tyranny so lifts.
Neath cloudless, flawless
April skies
The hedonist may bloom.
But dark, but stuffy
Basement youth
Focus on playing “Doom.”
And wonders, magic,
Even heaven
Dance about for humankind,
But fragging! Headshots!
Despite marvels missed
We introverts don’t mind.
The Daily Travesty 