Who's driving who?

Who's driving who?

It was Testosterone

looking for sex, the egg.

I was just the vessel; a pressure cooker wanting to explode.

Testos would always find,

without discrimination,

a way of spreading its seed.

Only I had the means

to be more selective.

But I was dictated to.....

controlled by a hormone,

all the way to the bank,

the egg bank.

No wonder males are

referred as having two brains....

or just one ruling the other.

Hey! Mr Testosterone!