A poem for the gentials

A source of permanent, accessible pleasure, our genitals exist.

The god who created our misfortune, who made us short-lived, vain and cruel
Has also provided this form of meager compensation.

If we couldn’t have sex from time to time
What would life be? A futile struggle against joints that stiffen
caries that form.

All of which, moreover, is as uninteresting as humanly possible
The collagen which makes muscles stiffen,
The appearance of microbic cavities in the gums.

Hii ni upuz gani you have way too much time on your hands