Caveman

A caveman is a slave man to his physicality He lacks the common courage of a kind philosophy His calling isn’t running for a newfound sophistry And yet he won’t be gunning for a new maturity His progress is reflective in a procreative spree A gene that is selective in the course of history The purpose of our pleasure is a practicality The promise of a treasure in our own posterity The patience of persistence is our new proclivity To plunder our existence for a primal urgency The peace of our resistance is a tasteful harmony The increase of insistence on our true nobility Our notion of devotion is an oath of honesty The bedrock of emotion for a new civility The trouble with promotion is a lack of clarity The rumble of commotion in a caveman family The human is a calling to be all that you can be The spirit of adventure with the pride of dignity The path is no vocation to a man of charity The humble invocation of a new trajectory.