Humans Being
Humans Being
God, I’m so happy that I’m human
that Human Nature keeps on bloomin’
that I’ve got a little house
for the wife and kids to room in.
The gift of thumbs in opposition
to the fingers in transition
led our rise to sit atop
the chain of evolution.
Oh, our brains have got so huge
we run a planetary ruse
convinced that we’re the king
not a jesterial dancing stooge.
We hug strangers when we meet
avoid the same on city street
slowly trudge in bended pose
lest we miss incoming “tweet”.
Hold our children to a test
who’s the cutest, not the best
bow and cater to the needs
of their lifetime feathered nests.
The facts seem elementary
historically evidentiary
we’ll soon be consumed
by our progress - evolutionary.
John G. Lawless
7/4/2016
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2016
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