...My Sperm Have No Brains...

Yes, it’s true. 

My sperm 

have no brains. 

I find this truly odd 

since once I’ve released them, 

they seem to function 

of their own accord. 

They all appear to be on 

a well-defined mission. 

A mission of which I have 

taken no part in briefing. 

Every other substance 

which emits from my body 

is for the most part inert. 

It lies there. 

It dies. 

No purpose. 

No sly agenda. 

Quite unlike my sperm. 

I ejaculate and send forth 

one million tiny entities, 

all totally separate from 

that which was once me. 

All have a prime objective. 

Yes, they are on a quest, 

and try as I may, 

I am powerless to 

dis-sway them of their purpose. 

I suppose there are men 

who still feel they’re in control. 

They at the wheel of 

a million tiny race cars 

all careening down 

the cervical highway. 

Still other men 

totally absolve themselves 

of any and all responsibility.  

In their minds they relinquish 

total manipulation to some 

perceived outside force which 

irradiates directives to 

each and every sperm via a 

barrage of  psychic control-waves. 

Hard to disprove, 

but I ain’t buying it. 

So just how is it my sperm 

do manage to make it 

to their main objective? 

No. 

Wait… 

Come to think of it, 

I’ve made it all these years 

without siring one child. 

This might explain all. 

It could be that my particular sperm 

are all mindless idiots. 

Indeed, 

my sperm 

have no brains. 

Ó03 Jack David Hubbell