Poetry | Human Nature
The female is a fickle breed,
She’s destined to be weak,
With gossip as her voice
and narrow-mindedness her legs,
She walks through days of insecurities
and sleeps through nights of greed.
The male is a reckless breed,
He’s destined to be immature,
With carelessness as his present
and naivety his future,
He lives his life through wicked decisions,
and wanders toward times of deficiency.
The human is an imperfect breed,
It’s destined to fail,
With deficiency as its guide
and inadequateness as it’s home,
It takes the fruit of life for granted,
and watches as the terror unfolds.
Copyright © Sarah M Anderson 2000-2010
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