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Obliquities: Physician At A Cocktail Party [mature]

Those harsh extraterrestrial mutations
should be ignored in civil conversations;
but if mentioned, they are called Alternations.
And those human beings who have been mutated
are called (with a disdain accumulated
over millenia) the Alternated,
and viewed with hatred (you know what I mean is;
for I have often heard your obscene rants).
One fellow's nose was a functional penis
---and, thus, a comical genetic botch,
not just cosmetic, for his respirations
transpired through orifices at his crotch;
he had to breathe (much gasping) through his pants.

Our genes can force such disconfabulations.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Lest the literal reader misinterpret, I, myself, am not mocking the man described in the poem; the physician, the speaker in the poem is doing that.  Just as, in Cordwainer Smith's epic series, The Instrumentality Of Mankind, the human's believe themselves superior to the genetically altered Underpeople, so, in my series, the Originated believes themselves superior to the Alternated.

 

The phrase, "you know what I mean is," was often repeated my my first supervisor on my first summer job, Chad S---, during the summer of 1975.  He believed that science fiction consisted of essays and articles about impossible devices that violated the laws of physics, not works of fictional imagination capable of presenting as literature.

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