we act as though
the impulse to be cruel
lies only in other people
when we, daily
glorify it
we act as though
the impulse to be cruel
lies only in other people
when we, daily
glorify it
To speak or listen, tell or understand
These things are not impossible for us
To give and take, ad lib or make a plan
With others is quite hard, and ever was
If you believe each trapped in their domain
And there’s no crossing from each tribe’s abyss
Then all communication is in vain
And there’s no point to poetry like this
It is much easier
To be dismissive
About a great book
If you’ve never read it
It is never a good thing
To win a contest
You didn’t enter
No matter how I stuff my face
I cannot sate my hunger;
And I get older every day
And can’t seem to get younger
I’m tired of my excuses
Being used by other folks;
And mad because my humor’s seen
As something more than jokes
I want to be with scientists
A modern-day town criers;
For all who don’t believe in us
Are just Piltdown deniers