Morpho-Logic

I am embarrassed by my humanity I am so nakedly anthropomorphic Hurriedly I put clothes upon it sew shut all it's openings I read only good books and do not think and moreover say nothing I really think I guard the body so well that when the time comes, I cannot enjoy it's doings Which seem an alien that I am born slave to, and can never escape the duty And I am so worried about it's ungovernable thoughts and urges That I never notice the same thoughts in the others, and their overt nakedness And how we all came and went through the same doors and never once greeted one another We were too busy being ashamed of the packhorses we had been tethered to.