The Belly-Up Laugh In Deep Doo-Doo
or
Mother Nature Reduced
"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds --
or even of no minds at all."
Bioscience 101 for Lovers of Mother Nature
Mindless
(a no-brainer -- even for the brainless)
* * *
For eons, I have had but two straightforward tasks to do,
though both do I yet true screw up in having zilch IQ;
no wonder I, poor Mommy Nature, deep in d*ng am blue --
still turning all things into sh*t while making things that po* . . .
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
the ceaseless Pain of countless conscious, feeling beings,
each ultimately turned into worm sh*t
a revolving helios rhyme menippean satire on
the laughable vexations of one great ape
ego
but a b*ttload of cr*p
may, 2023 -- the quality of mercy
("divine" or otherwise)
still full strained
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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