Neanderthal Diaries

My skeleton never grows fat I wonder who my stomach is feeding This morning, I had rocks for breakfast I owe my existence some roughage I’ve logged thousands of mileage But my feet haven’t taken me everywhere I’ve started counting down the years And at 33, I can start to imagine a time when I’ll be no more And in my eternal silence, other thoughts will speak Other lives will evolve whilst I go extinct This damn fly on my lip How do they survive the cold?! I’m still alive in this shithole damn it! Man this cave man, this cave! And no, this is not a frown, Granted, you’ve never seen me smile It’s just my world is just upside down And so I am Your heaven, my hell And my hell, oh well, let’s just say you don’t want to ‘snow’ If the animal migrations don’t return, I don’t know Let me wear my polar ice cap and go outside Build a fire to smelt the ice I need to water the garden We’re in a drought and the children need to grow And 28'000 years from now when I’m older, I’ll be glad I was a gardener Because I won’t mind the food chain churning me into compost And my fossils are displayed in the museum as the ‘missing link’ And those rocks I ate, convince Indiana Jones that I was ‘dumber’ than a rock