Earthling To Unlucky Millions

I, oh my, am the winning sperm

that swam till it wound up walking.

You, poor buggers, boogers, motes,

debris not much more notable

than nothing, I feel nothing for.

You, my defeated brothers,

are background.

And now I turn things over to Her.

I am, I know, the luckiest egg,

the one that wakes up morning

after morning with the ability to conceive.

And such conception includes yourselves,

my dismal sisters. You had bloody bad luck!

You should have hung on for dear life, like me!

Ha ha! although, I should say, me and Him, I guess.

Anyway, you got washed away in a red tide.

Good riddance.

See you all on the other side!