Neanderthal
You walk real low,
knuckles almost scraping the ground
Looking at the sky up high,
scratching your jutting brow bone
You're puzzled by that round thing,
which you can't reach
You don't understand at all,
how it could be so hot
Your belly is on the growl,
telling you it's time to go on a prowl
You like it best when you can hunt
and scavenge what you want to eat
You don't like those crowded dens,
where you can get your food quickly
You're a stone-age man,
you're a neanderthal
You're a soon-to-be extinct man,
because you never learned to evolve
You see the weaker, long-haired kind,
and you hate that you have to wait
until their feeding is done
When what you urgently want to do
is try to mate with each and every one
You wipe your mouth
with the back of your hand
You grunt and belch loud
just like a cave man
You liked it better
when you could take what you see
You felt much freer
when you were swinging from a tree
You're a stone-age man,
you're a neanderthal
You're a soon-to-be extinct man,
because you never learned to evolve
You're like a cave man,
you're a neanderthal
If we had depended on you,
you would've been the death of us all
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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