Evolution

Evolution

A Poem by Loner
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Contains mature language the whole family can enjoy.

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Monkey grinned and flashed his teeth.

Monkey slew the lamb

that cleansed the world with its blood.

Monkey trembled in fear

on a pirouetting globe.

Monkey not know

what the f**k he is.

 

Monkey took to the sea

and traversed the land.

Monkey got to hold it all inside.

Monkey got to make amends.

Monkey got to pray.

Monkey got to find out

what the f**k it is.

 

Monkey shot from the womb,

looked back to the c**t

from which it sprang,

and asked of himself

from whence it came.

 

Monkey sat on a lump,

dancing a stick in the sand.

Monkey learn

from failure and death.

Asks himself this

and answers that.

 

He turned trees into fire,

made weapons of stone.

 

Monkey chewed on the sinuous lamb,

beat his chest,

kidnapped his mates,

and fucked his way to freedom.

 

Monkey think to himself

and think too much.

 

Monkey see a thing

he sayeth cannot be seen.

Monkey hear a voice

he sayeth was silent.

 

Monkey gazed

perplexedly

at the c**t from which it sprang

and still not know from whence it came.

© 2008 Loner


Author's Note

Loner
Fear, follow all, and repent if you know what's bad for you.

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i dig the monkey.

no matter what the monkey figures out...he is still perplexed by a c**t. haha great stuff.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I liked the jabbing tones of this. You have a lot of harsh opinions and you vocolaize them so very well. I loved the note, repent if you know what's bad for you. Nice.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Loner
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Where the tumbleweeds blow along a vapid and dusty canvas, CA



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