It's appalling

Isn't it?

 

Our animalness.

 

We don't like to see it

Or admit it.

 

The Queen sits on a throne

Of gold;

 

Lies on a bed of rose petals

 

Moaning and groaning

 

In the same crude fashion -

Less than regal.

 

Wild as we and about as foolish

Cloaked and crowned with egos

 

We believe that we can and do

Rule baser urges

 

That we sit in a place above this

Animal Kingdom.