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 sprung 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.

©August 3, 2017 / Jerry Pat Bolton