A further reality check on the inevitable if occasional nature of parental love

However distasteful
Or absurd the idea
May strike you
Perhaps even physically
As with a bat
Or bowl of nausea
Be happy if your father
Still finds your mother
To be an object of sexual desire
And hope that she too
Has some testosterone
Or its chemical equivalent
Remaining amongst her decline
For to your previous advantage
That’s what parents do.

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