Sperm

'What on Earth are you doing? '

I'm trying to get inside.
But I don't want to offend anyone.

'Just be direct.
You will be more effective.
You'll be fine.'

I was told that when I came,
To be dropped off.

'Stay firm, Sperm.
That's all I've got to say.
Eventually you will figure it out.
God works in mysterious ways.'

Tell me about it!
That's all I heard...
Before the screeching came to a halt.
And I was dropped off here!
I didn't ask for this.
To climax my existence.
Or know what or who...
I'll eventually meet.
When inside I'm there to greet.

'Like I said...
God works in mysterious ways! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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