Once, we had a shiny moment,
the pinnicle of the human race.
For one moment, everyone was happy and free,
Then Eve boffed it.

Things have been going downhill,
no other species knows murder.
Starvation is only human vocabulary,
God can't keep up with our attrocities.

Just the other day,
someone was crushed to death.
He didn't give his seat to a woman,
her husband threw him under a bus.

What tiger knows of genocide,
or pelican of extintion?
The fish neer learned of pollution,
until we came along.

No such thing as rape,
in the animal kingdom.
But we're so much better, I suppose,
after, we have art, right?

Just ask John Wayne Gacy,
painter, clown, child-killer.
Or good ole Sylvia Plath,
poet, masochrist, commited suicide.

All of God's creatures knows of balance,
save what you got so you have it tomorrow.
I guess that means we weren't made by Him,
I'll let you guess who that leaves us with.

01/14/2004

Posted on 01/15/2004
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