Man, little time you have to mend your ways,
With but a handful of surviving genes;
Say bye to blinkered lazy hollow days,
And ponder wither your dark fortune leans.
Repent before the final curtains fall,
To dump your pride where ancient names are inked;
In Nature’s scheme you play no crucial role,
Act now, before your lineage goes extinct.
Beware, from Y to why is but a stride,
From gendered pride to absolute decay,
The final lap has left you cast aside,
O act before she sweeps you clean away!
If not a red, she shows an orange sign;
O twiddle not and cross the final line.
__________________________
Sonnets | 01.07.09 | destiny/fate, men, nature, Sonnet
Note: The Y chromosome (the determinant of male sex) made up of 1400 genes originally has now been reduced to only 45 (mere three percent) and is still depleting as per research. In the next five million years the male sex might be defunct and dead as dodo. But as one can well guess, man would still think, ah five million years, plenty of time to twiddle still!
In response to Jack Ellison
Twiddle and Fiddle De De
When the winks will twiddle
Around you have to fiddle,
And if they get in your way
Will be full of much dismay;
May end up caught in middle.
James Horn
Attention's gone
Doesn't seem like there's anything going on.
Sitting around
Trying to find something to fill this time I've found.
Frustrations show
I could've been more productive today, I know.
But instead
I think I'll spend the rest of the day in bed.
Who needs motivation when there's nothing else to do?
Where's the inspiration when there's nothing driving you?
I guess the lack of time my friend, is really not the issue.
It's figuring how to get the ball rolling to get to the things that will ensue.
In the midst of boredom; I'm in its throes
I'll twiddle my fingers and tap my toes
Tweedle-dum and twiddle-dee-dee!
Fiddle-faddle and fiddle-dee-dee!
Now who can make sense of that silly verse?
Now that I think on it, I've written much vurse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Oh twiddle twaddle
Said the duck with a waddle
I fell off the rock
With a bump...
On my head
Where a feather once laid
I now have a very big lump
Sing to hey diddle diddle
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