Seaward, Redeemed

( a gen-x sonnet)

The Cunt, I thought a while before that word,  
For few arouse such wrath, or raise such ire.  
That power “man” subverted is absurd,  
For cunt is surely center of desire.  
At start a pussy, twat, or cunny will,  
Perhaps, account to lick, and stroke and pet,  
But with advance of time, my cock wants fill  
Of cunt surround, all full and warm and wet.  
My Anglo-Saxon blood burns with a heat.  
That from the past such wordly power bring,  
For where a “fear” and “bean” in congress meet,  
It’s cock for cunt and cunt for cock, we sing.  
  So if offend, I did not mean affront,  
  I love you all, but I would fuck a cunt.  
 
(actually, the title is C-word redeemed...)