A baby sucks its mother’s breast for milk;
A child may suck its thumb, for sleeptime solace;
A man may suck cigar, for soothing herb,
Or, as per Freud, replacement phallic symbol;
I suck a fruited yogurt drink, not strawless,
While contemplating yet another verb;
Some children sucking popsicles pass nimble;
In fact, as Field declared of human ilk,
A sucker’s born each minute (if not more),
Which means, no matter how you slice or dice it,
No matter how you sort and single out,
No matter how you smoke or chill or ice it,
In summary, there can be little doubt:
The world goes sucking on and it’s galore.
The government sucks out its income tax,
And everybody else sucks out a fee;
There’s a huge sucking sound as men’s employment
Get siphoned thither where the wage is cheaper
No matter how held dear the job may be;
And women suck on men, if for enjoyment
Or for enrichment, compensation’s reaper,
In fact the world is sucking to the max--
Or on the Interstate or Autobahn,
Or in the fields of oil ’neath Iraq,
Mosquitoes suck on man so nothing’s wrong
If man may do a little sucking back,
As part of human nature, ever strong:
There’s a whole lot of sucking going on.