Poor Harvey, he is sex addicted
Please don’t mock the sad afflicted
He’s compelled to grope and woo
His penis tells him what to do
He has no choice, he must obey
He needs to sate his lust each day

So Harvey’s at it like a rabbit
Finds it hard to kick his habit
He’s a slave to his libido
Hands won’t stay in his tuxedo
Doctor! It’s pathology!
Why can’t you show some sympathy?!

But here’s the thing that’s overlooked
It wasn’t sex got Harvey hooked
‘Cause sex is pleasure, sex is sensual
Most of all, sex is consensual
Harvey’s targets cringe and cower
Harvey gets his kicks from power

Go and tell your editor:
Harvey is a predator.

More poems and polemics  from Janine Booth on her Facebook page