Jehovah, when creating man from dust
Of all his features gave most thought to one:
Not reason, neither faith nor wit, but lust,
A quality of which He gave a ton.
This much is clear, to any who observe
Humanity at work or rest or play.
Assuredly, no trait displays the verve,
Not one, from dawn to dying of the day.
Conspicuous indeed is lust in some,
Presented clearly by their every act.
Regardless of decorum, they succumb
In every slightest art and artefact.
Consider, though, not all are trapped by lust:
Exactly one man has that slaver’s trust!