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Comment-allez vous? Parlez vous Francais?
Every pearly word that the pretty girl says
in schoolgirl French, laboriously learnt;
yet an amateur's attempt at foreign speech!
And I, with bastard, self-learnt tongue,
ranting, raving, showing off phrases
and words I do not yet fully understand.
Nevertheless upon her each word I hang!
And so does she,
with my fluent chatter,
or is she?
What would not a young man do,
to impress a girl, and woo her too,
showing off subconsciously,
(chest expanded spaciously)
driven, of course
by that old instinct in our genes,
to make an end, whatever the means.
My metre fails me, I try again,
and finally exhausted let it go.
Later in the day, or night as may be
when her testosterone-stirring presence
has vanished, and reality
comes back in full force;
was she? Wasn't she?
Did my incoherent sputtering,
and French-sounding verbiage
(But it was the genuine thing)
have any effect on her
seemingly wonder-stricken face?
O testosterone, you old trickster,
maker o…

The Mantis Sonnet

Was never a myth so firmly in place,
As the praying mantis' deadly embrace,
She loves her man like we love food,
Hunger is her only mood.
The inhibition in his head,
Is shed the moment he is dead,
He sows his seed for all his worth,
So that his future can take birth.

Evolution has a thousand means,
Death cannot stop our selfish genes,
But many a mate does get away,
To live and love another day,
Another day, another wife,
Yet human myth, it keeps its life!


Raamesh Gowri Raghavan I,
Bloated ego, single eye,
Man, woman or gamergate,
In their genes I read their fate!

(A gamergate is an ant who lays eggs and runs the colony in the absence of a true queen. I studied ant behaviour before trying to do the human genetics I do now.)