Why the hell would you want to change
if God thus made you (like Genesis)?
A notion so bizarre, so strange,
it begs some armchair analysis.
Such madness, yours. To rearrange . . .
thus we all learn what hubris is.
But on you babble, obscuring gender
(quite the conversation-ender).
From such analysis our fate
Is simply that we procreate
Such plan is really not that great
When earth we overpopulate!
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In this you tend to obfuscate
The clear Divine directorate;
Fidelity to one’s own mate
Is what I mainly advocate.
(But gender’s benders can’t see straight . . .)