Confound all aberrations which
 Make men do foolish things,
Like buying bracelets for a bitch,
 Or witless wedding rings.
As if we had not woe enough
 Our simple souls to vex,
Without that brand of trouble stuff
 We label Sex.

Has science not the means produced
 For human propagation,
By artificially induced
 Insemination?
Then every man might be a priest,
 And every maid a nun . . .
Oh well, as chaste as they at least,--
 But nix on fun.

Just think how we would grow in grace
 If lust we could exclude;
Then innocence might take its place,
 --Well, in a sense it could.
How we would be forever free
 From passions that perplex!
What peace on earth if only we
 Could outlaw Sex!