That a mediocre whore,
Pretty, but nothing more,
Can conquer a piece of my mind,
With a slight jiggle of her behind,
And she not even aware of it,
And I be in despair of it,
And forced to think of her,
And dream of her,
When I’d rather dream of my lovelier lover,
Is one of the greatest glitches of nature,
And my proof against free will,
— For those who believe in it still —
Since if we can’t control our attractions,
How can we choose our actions?
For we only act in pursuit of our dreams!
And even when it seems,
As though we’re sacrificing our wills to higher goals,
It’s always our very wills that choose those very goals!