Sex, Brain Death and Free Speech
a hyper-poem
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Think about this:
Are we going to unify the way we feel about
our bodies?
If so, is such a unification beneficial for our future?
Monica says,
Don't tell me what sexually arouses me
Don't tell me when I'm dead
Before the language takes my heart away
Let my body have a say
In this society of organs
where separation of the three powers is unbalanced
The brain rules, but it is like a bean king
whose throat will be cut when his twelve days are over
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