Evolution's Convolutions

[This poem is based on a blog I did earlier this morning on the same topic. I just thought putting it to rhyme would add that touch of pizazz!]


Evolution's Convolutions:-

Evolution, though much debated, is not here to explain how life’s created.
To existence it has not where, why or how, it’s basically concerned with then and now.

It’s not a belief system tailored to you, and has no gods to bow down to.
It has no rules to guide our ways, or even well timed public holidays.

Evolution’s here to explain why, creatures change and diversify.
Why this has feathers, why this got taller, then all died out expect for those who got smaller.

Why environment, genetics and pollution, caused some critters to come down with evolution.
It helps to try and explain, thumbs and gills and convolutions of the brain.

Or to help us understand, mammals in the sea and fish on the land.
How man and monkey are related, but not the same, it should be stated.
Why spines and claws help creatures thrive, in this epic struggle to survive.

Now evolution takes millennia to get on with it, till humans came and sped it up a bit.
Man came along, call it a crime, but he does it in a millionth of the time.
By special care and selective breeding, it’s amazing the new creatures man is seeding.

Like fainting goats and hairless cats, giant pumpkins and over-educated rats.
Micro-sized dogs that get their fame, from being toted in bags with a gender confusing name.

And fatter chickens for the table, pump them with all the hormones we are able.
And bigger apples with half the taste, which make up for it with double the waste.
And we’ll put moth genetics in potatoes soon, deep friend nicely in their own cocoon.

And protestors cry out in the street, then go home to eat their mutated wheat.
Ah but don’t you wonder what the effects will be, on this our average family?
Because evolution is our gift too; all this affects me as it does you.

But evolution happens still it’s true, and in the end what can you do?
(I’d like if I can order things, a set of gills and a pair of wings!)
Cause in the end god’s work will be done, and playing god is just so much fun!

Lil Emo Boy

Look at me I’m a little Emo boy,
My life is devoid of pleasure and joy.

My clothing that hanging on the rack,
Are various shades of black, black and black.

Oh my robes and cloaks, they flap everywhere,
I often get sucked in the escalator stair.

I never, ever was my hair,
Who knows what’s feeding on the dye up there?

My neck it suffers from constant sprains,
From too many necklaces, and too many chains.

And the sun is something I’m not found in,
Least I get some colour to my corpse white skin.

I like to mope and ban enthusiasm,
Anything like a smile is just a muscle spasm.

I chase away people ‘cause they leave me bored,
Then write angsty poems on how I am ignored.

I listen to music that makes me sad,
Which is the only emotion I’ve ever had.

I want to live off blood and life energy,
But for now I eat food prepared by my mommy.

When you think of all I’m pretending to go through,
I’m as deep as the lake I should be thrown into!

What can I say, I’m still glad to be me,
Wait except of course I’m not glad, I’m like so unhappy!

Now go away please so I can cry and moan,
About how the world’s unfair and how I’m so alone!

For You

For You

If you were a hunchback, I’d be your limp,
If you were a crack whore, I’d be your pimp,
If you were into BDSM, I’d be your gimp.

If you were a junkie, I’d be your dope,
If you were a choir boy, I’d be your pope,
If you were an emo, I’d be your rope.

If you were a street kid, I’d be your sniffing glue,
If you were homeless, I’d be your shoe,
If you were a mean drunk, I’d be one too.

If you were a warlord, I’d be your thug,
If you were a tripper, I’d be your drug,
If you didn’t care, I’d be your shrug.

If you were a politician, I’d be your corruption,
If you were to stutter, I’d be your interruption,
If were a teen, I’d be your biggest eruption.

If you were a cheater, I’d be your STD,
You “loved” animals, I’d be your flea,
If you were a necro, I’d be your on-ice-body.

If you were retarded, I’d be your damaged front lobe,
If you were a hippie, I’d be your light strobe,
If you were an alien, I’d be your anal probe.

But you are none of these things, you are just you,
So I’ll be just me, and I hope that will do,
And so, like, I guess, yeah, I love you.

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