funny isn’t it
it’s funny isn’t it
polar bears will kill us
yet we weep at their demise
probably because it signifies our demise
ice floes of such thoughts
break away like iceberg days
when there is more below the surface
than the news euphemism enthuse
blanket wrapped in daily chores
and pecuniary convolutions
we digress at evolution’s lessons
the drive of biochemistry’s short-term ism
words fail me ~ be gone
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