Mankind

are we jealous or mediocre no shows won’t know class dismissed on with the show more than one hand to clap less than two fingers to snap great minds work trenches keepin’ track of one’s senses as we trolley through space last stop’s a perfect place people share thoughts across lands oceans, seas and golden sands seems value of life caught in a twirl must be the why’s and ways of the world we’ve much to give to help others live didn’t get the memo to forget and forgive woe is the world with much askew sheeple still sheeple no matter what we do have a nice day and toodle-oo