~ An Eight-Line Treatise on 'Settler Colonialism' ~
The Apache beat up on the Cheyenne
and the Iroquois on the Sioux
Mohawks ‘mohawked’ the Mohicans
Aztecs turned the Cree into stew …
Now Europeans are called ‘settler colonialists’
but who does America really belong to
Probably Neanderthal and Cro-Magnon man
~ dispossessed by Indians too
Apparently Soup finds the Latin word for ‘Human’ offensive;
about as ‘P.C. gone wrong’ as it’s possible to get. I have had to
include completely superfluous hyphens in order to get the word
accepted.
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Our home in the stars so often ransacked
Homo-destructus had forced us to act
So quick to breed
Killed - not to feed
Our ancient ancestors counter-attacked
All rounded up for a new rebirth
Transported far to a fertile Earth
A gauntlet they ran -
- Neanderthal man
Homo-destructus; victor or serf?
That was a million Earth years ago
Call us inquisitive, we need to know
A long stellar trek
In order to check
What occurs when you let primitives go
Five light years travelled to view their progress
Earth is an angry and war tangled mess
Our crew now lay savaged
Our ship also ravaged
Homo-destructus sees no welcome guest
That primeval race that we once left to swarm
With clubs and flint axes their weaponry norm
Strangely ironic
They’re now atomic
And Homo-destructus remains true to form
HEY! HEY!
Mr. Neanderthal Man
Where did you get those looks?
Hey pretty boy! Seen pictures of you
In my ancient history books
WOW! WOW!
What a great physique
Unmatched in these here parts
Should enter a Mr. Universe Contest
In a new category set apart
BAD! BAD!
Didn't mean to offend you
You do have redeeming factors
Lighting a fire rubbing sticks together
And avoiding nuclear disasters
HEY! HEY!
Mr. Neanderthal Man
Have you been living under a rock
Or are you much like us guys today
With faults like the rest of the flock?
Do not snatch away the
clouds in disdain.
The snowy peaks were burning.
If you do not run with
the moon,
I will not blink.
Unclosing the chapter
a chill develops when
a harbinger of mayhem –
comes to my house.
A graphic testimony
will give you the details-
of disintegrating sheen.
The Neanderthal man used
to make a flute from the bird bone.
Satish Verma
Jimmy Hoffa Found at Last
By Elton Camp
Though well-known by name and face
The union leader vanished without a trace
Reports claimed he was here, then there
Authorities have looked about everywhere
“If you will thoroughly look around,
Under the stadium he will be found.”
“Very soon after he was dead,
We buried him under a shed.”
“Even though it was a little rude,
We ground him up into dog food.”
Turns out his killers took a delight
In hiding Jimmy Hoffa in plain sight
In a museum his skeleton on display
But a deceptive phrase on it did say
“A Neanderthal Man is hanging here.
Please don’t touch or come too near.”
A cave man he resembled so much
For decades he easily passed as such
HEY! HEY!
Mr. Neanderthal Man
Where did you get those looks?
Hey pretty boy! Seen pictures of you
In my Ancient History books
WOW! WOW!
What a great physique
Unmatched in these here parts
Should enter a Mr. Universe Contest
In a new category set apart
BAD! BAD!
Didn't mean to offend you
You do have redeeming factors
Lighting a fire rubbing sticks together
And avoiding nuclear disasters
HEY! HEY!
Mr. Neanderthal Man
Have you been living under a rock
Or are you much like us guys today
With faults like the rest of the flock?
© Jack Ellison 2012
The President Wakes Up Laughing
By Elton Camp
The president has been sleeping sound of late
Because of results that he had to view as great
Last night he suddenly awoke with delight
From a dream that was funny, not of fright
The GOP had decided its image to remake
And so a more fitting symbol it would take
The elephant had served them many a year
But another would make their position clear
He dreamed they considered a hawk & snake
But one different they finally decided to take
They said, “This will show our principles well
As all who see it will instantly be able to tell”
The president’s face into a grin did expand
He beheld the visage of a Neanderthal man
I am so fed up with the school of rhyme
and those that do it ALL THE flipping TIME
It how we are taught as little pups
it's not a genre befitting grow ups
It's okay to throw a rhyme in here and there
but Jesus Christ, really, EVERYWHERE?
If I start to read a pieces that rhymes
every other frigging line
it makes me want to yank out all my hair
so I close the page and go else where
if you think that rhyming is where it's at
then your sentiments are falling flat
Let the children have their style
Use it sparingly; once in a while
I wrote this poem to prove I can...
write just like neanderthal man
If variety is the spice of life
then tell me: why is rhyming so rife?
Where once a neanderthal man stood
And evolution did what it could
If it could turn back the time
In it's evolutionary climb
Honestly, have we turned out for the good
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-4.php
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