DUP Confessional 14- Emissaries

(Listening to Gerardo Frisina - Gica's Dance (reworked by The Nicola Conte Jazz Combo)

At times there is a silent
War going on..for the
Rights to our own
Body politic
(And who owns the patents on that?
How dare I even ask.
Some penile pushing pencil
Wrinkled grays
Overseeing the terrain-
No reason to invest in
Human capital anymore;
He’s got all he needs
Undoubtedly
Wilding out on paper
Yet the purveyors of
Prerogative
Under this
Old English Law
Still
Bear no shame:
Stone me,
Shack me, confine me;
I’ll still come out the same-
Drab)
Playing out in the
Themes;
They
Select us-
Emissaries
Pinned or
Pitted against the
Threads of
Discovery
With only
Benignant
Eyes to
Buffer their newly
Found
Occurrences like
Melanoma
With the
Aspiration
Biopsy
Dwindling to
Minimize the
Risk of
Malignancy’s ego.

(Don't let old school do it you now)