Though once controversial,
the notion of evolution,
which encompasses
an enormous period of time
essentially and initially
harkens back to proto humans
that spanned the physique gamut
of amply robust to svelte,
the latter more so than the former,
where adipose tissue clothed
(so called naughty bits
countless millenniums later
courtesy the British),
nevertheless back to the future
during the days
and steamy nights of Homo erectus
the wardrobe of Twiggy like females
did not require a substantial animal pelt
to hide primeval corporeal latitudes,
which Tropic of Cancer
(as alluded to courtesy Arthur Miller
by his book of the same name)
hot zone would immediately melt
hardened male members
after entrance (ingress)
sought after close encounter
housing southern comfort downy felt
shrouding miniature chamber of secretes
which subjected warm prickly
hankered to lay anchor
where goblet of fire dwelt
just below the abdominal belt
penalty to breach
private miniature Jackson hole
Y - homing synonymous with
Olduvai Gorge, in Tanzania
meant forfeiture to access
and trespass into
honey dewed land
of freedom
to experience concupiscence,
which hashtagged verboten activity
only increased licentiousness
to populate the human zoo
hundreds of thousands of years ago
once a scarce species
that just by fluke of circumstances
brought to life me and you
and the creative
genius of Doctor Seuss

whose innovative talent came up
with Horton hears a Who
and other memorable characters
some of which censors took objection

though, he only incorporated
the mindset of the culture and society,
whose books ought
not be banned in my view,
nevertheless stereotypes
still healthily thrive
among the naked ape
whose glaring faultiness
even genetic engineering cannot undo

and I (a scapegoat for bullies)
might equals right
dominates throughout civilization
pierced and imprinted
analogous to genetic tattoo

advertising upon the flesh to shew

and tell others courtesy
inked billy leave able idols
at a quick review
though voluntary painful
needling upon the flesh
will never find me standing in a queue
tantamount to be self branded,
which as you accurately surmise I poo poo

and my obsessive compulsive disorder fetishes 
(essentially time consuming rituals 
taking precedence) 
some harking back to infancy) 
yours truly never outgrew
analogous to finger nails, 
and gnarly toenails 
to be tended 
courtesy to a manicure 
and pedicure respectively, 
plus getting head tonsured 
disallowing impurities 
to desecrate the body electric, 
all the time maintaining 
a sense of purity and hilarity
and un-adulteratedness, 
which brings to mind 
naturally included who's on first 
cue riotous Bud Abbott 
and Lou Costello script nouveau
classic humorous dialogue
while on the opposite side 
of the spectrum analysis
one finds the serious minded Misirlou 
(Μισιρλού) means "" in Greek, 
derived from the Turkish Mısırlı 
(Egyptian), which comes 
from the Arabic word 
for Egypt (Misr), 
a popular Mediterranean folk song, 
often associated with the rebetiko 
(Greek blues) genre, describing 
a love between a Greek Christian man 
and an Egyptian Muslim woman, 
though its origins 
lost to history 
across Ottoman-influenced regions.