Seek knowledge
as one who mines
precious treasures...
Oh, when did evolution end
Or was it just a passing trend
That ran its course and then got worse
Or is it just a fading curse
For monkey’s would deny such kin
That say they are the root of men
For even the most vile Jackals
Ever put their foes in shackles
And yet these homosapiens
Claim they’re where evolution ends
That should there be a fall from grace
There’s nothing that could take their place
They have no clue the cats are waiting
And purring, mewing traps they’re baiting
Indoors, outdoors, all are feral
And “owners” all over a barrel
The fox is sly, the bear a brute
But kitty cats are oh so cute
And dogs, poor fools, will do as told
As long as kitty refills their bowls
Is Harris is .a supporter of fracking ?
If she does Harris needs a good whacking.
She opposes the death penalty too
For the worst dregs of mankind what say you ?
And Harris states Bidenomics is a .success
De ipso facto Bidenomics is a mess.
And she supports the Cannabis Justice Act
A silver lined cloud for this Act that’s the fact.
On the other hand Harris supports Isreal
Treason ,a knife,bloodied .She can go to Hell.
If Harris’s plan is like Bidenomics too
America once again just got screwed.
A Harris economy that is great ?
America prospers and feels first rate.
And she will spend 5 billion on the homeless .
Tartuffe is a wet noodle. This plans a mess..
And Harris abandons homeless pets,not nice
A heart like ice; it is time to pay the price
California is where this dark deed was cast
Upon hearing this news i was aghast
And finally she supports the Green New Deal
And Green infrastructures a superb ideal
Climate change? Evolutionary craziness. If you ask me.
I guess this shows how gullible the masses can be.
Yes, actually Tuesday it was sixty-two below.
This is Saturday, and the sun is a beautiful glow.
Alexis says we may have a high of fifty-one.
Bring your swimsuit. We will tan in the sun, and well.
Climate change? I laugh, do tell. Straight from the bowels of …..
Written February 2, 2019 Contest: Pithy Pants 2
Sponsor: Maureen McGreavy
Darwin's finches.
Galapagos turtles kiss,
Snuggle together under the sun.
Webbed feet to swim
Our friend LeMarck was wrong
We can never get what we need
When we need it.
In the event there is a God who or which works in mysterious ways. Perhaps a devil would work in mysterious ways as well. Maybe more or possibly way more mysteriously ways.
Anger, it seems to be all I know...
the fire that burns my insides till
I just want to burst like a volcano
who's lava is made up of salty tears
Frustration, is all I can feel when I
think of all that is you
Harsh memories that tare me at the seems
like a broken stuffed creature
Self, one that I no longer recognize in my reflection
a mirror shattered long ago by the
excessive beating of my heart
replaced the whole image of a girl I once knew
Dark, is my mood after you
I can no longer see the light in my own eyes
it was dimmed so quickly by my own low
self worth.
I allowed this...
I am more than this... aren't I?
How far can we carve into matter?
Sell bogus dreams, ourselves, our love?
How long can we pretend
And bring new generations on this planet
In three thousand years
Of civilization
There has been three hundred
For peace
But not a real peace
Just a preparation, a breath
For war
How long can we ignore
Our tribe and what lies inside
Religion divides the masses
With false belief, a false coin
That the individual has not achieved
To find Truth
You have to stake your life
The unknown that is
Always surrounding
So close while hidden
An often stranger
Passing by old friends.
Seeking knowledge
Never ending
Frightening some
Until ignored.
Strength to see
Questions rise
Holding close
Unknown
Welcome
Mind.
I stand here watching you
in this city of cages,
imbibing of the scents and sounds
unknown to me.
I see myself reflected in you.
Your walk, similar to mine.
The way you hold your infant
as she suckles.
In your eyes I see... a soul?
As I stare at their brown pools,
it's as if we can almost communicate.
Your face tells its' tale,
our paths were once one.
Evolutionary machine churns on and on
love is just a con
what we see is seems simple
to the machine just a dimple
how do we interpret how we feel
we are not even one spoke in a wheel
like ants in a nest
our instincts do not rest
why do we pursue such strange things
maybe one day we will have wings.
The machine craves randomization
Nearly granted in this big population
The machine has succeeded
The unnecessary have been weeded
Our understanding is ace
Mankind won the race
The funky monkey in golden coat
has risen above diseased scapegoat
able to express in diverse form's
able to understand outside the norm
no longer being led as a carnival jester
no longer wounded with sores that fester
The funky monkey has reached the top rung
bellowing his song to be heard to be sung
reaching down showing other's the way
pathway to love where the light of gold stay's
life imprisoned cage door's being opened
criminal's no more are the heart's of awakened
The funky monkey evolve's to resolve
promise of gift awaiting us all
journey has been long in time and space
putting an end to eternal rat race
no longer an experiment
enjoy life how it is meant
Love is no doubt a message heaven sent.........
.....the mental age...intellectual age......
~~intelligence by design~~
( just a play on Darwinism )
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