A Slice of “If”s

terreh — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 08:37:43 +0000

Alright, after some decision and growls, I decided to simply republish what little ScribeFire did auto save…over…and…over..and forgive it as it isn’t perfect. But it’s quite a shock to me. I poured an hour and more into this poem, giving it creative twists and the like that tie in with the poem, but I frankly can not be asked to do it all over again. Bad night for me. I’m sorry ScribeFire, but, it’s time for me to let you go. You’re no use to me.

If?

If I were a monkey, do I need to throw poo?
If I were a chimpanzee, do I need to yell?
If I were a human, do I need to talk?
If I were a dead man, do I need to be quiet?

And if I were a monkey, why do I need to throw poo?
And if I were a chimpanzee, why do I need to yell?
And if I were a human, why do I need to talk?
And if I were a dead man, why do I need to be quiet?

Why can’t monkeys be different?
Why are chimpanzees so similar?
Why are humans so alike?
Why are dead men so uniform?

What if monkeys could throw apples?
Why can’t chimpanzees be dissimilar?
Why are humans so like-minded?
Why are dead men so silent?

Maybe monkeys can change?
What if chimpanzees could fly?
Why can’t humans be unique?
Why are dead men so dead?

Doesn’t Mother Nature ever get
bored of the same thing
occuring over a number of years
until something finally changes for once?

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A Slice of “If”s