First, fast and fittest
Countless sperms crawl in the ovum
Of the pregnant platform;
They carry the large baggage
Of their responsibility
Trying to come into the crowded pits
Of chugging bogies
Or gliding out of suffocating air
To live alive, survive and stay proven
The first, the fast and the fittest.
Some successfully do get into
Some are forced inside
While some fall in the senseless line
Only to be thrown outside
Or get crushed under the wheel
Of speeding Time!
Employment is the libido level
And they carry the intensity
Of hard pull, strong thrust for rupture
For some enraptured moments
With galvanized tempo
Of orgasmic pleasure of life.
When back home alive
All the way from the working station
They feel fresh, born anew
Happily playing cuddled, nestled
Huddled in the cradle of the family...
