aldous huxley
island 1962
are you looking
where you’re going?
watch your step!
there are mines
all over the place
they’ll blow your
legs off stan
i demand you fire
that boss of yours
that wants to make
you scream and cry
what’s that over there?
see between the trees?
i think it’s a new species
something that stands
and crawls and flies
could it be the human
race or some straggling
members haggard from
the herd and cackling?
who’s the one with
the brains around here?
it’s a topsy turvy world
with plants at the top of
the pyramid of wisdom
and you yes you at the…
middle. got ya on that one!
you thought i’d say bottom.
are you paying attention?

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