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