Overclocked Poem by anais vionet

What must it be like to be male? To live with an overclocked metabolic system that's always on the lookout for a brazen and unmistakable propositions - like a smile or a "please pass the salt."

I mean at times we all have those feelings - primitive as oil - but not the constant, fast forward, high density need that males seem to live with.

It must be like wrestling a trapped demon.
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*this piece is supposed to be a slight exaggeration for comic effect - a satire*