Adam's Son

 
A chip off the old block I am,
    No regard for propriety.
Society's rules I condemn,
I n'er get up until p.m.
    One thing on my mind, that is thee.

As with the rest of Adam's kin,
    I am easily led by Eve.
Some say my heart is made of tin,
I merely nod at them and grin.
    I wear my lust upon my sleeve.

Man, who has sprang from Adam's seed,
    Builders of nations; weakness for her.
For her embrace on knees we plead,
We have such a licentious need.
    She is love's grand entrepreneur.