If we all walked neckid like chimpanzees,

We wouldn't worry bout hairy knees.

We would all stand and look and stare

At what everybody's got down there

And out behind.

And we would know by the blush-like glow,

Who was in heat, and who we should leave alone

For the time being,

Until, unbeknownst to them,

They come in heat too, and start looking for a hubcap

To steal or someone to screw,

But would we worry about their mind?

Or whether our verbs and subjects agree,

Or if we've used language inclusively,

Or if we've used language at all?

Or would we know all we need to know

To perpetuate our DNA,

To live now and maybe see another day

To nibble one another and rinds?

-jenn