With Vengeance and Dungeons and Plungers

With Vengeance and Dungeons and Plungers

By dan ankers

The many thoughts I have and then erode

To further twinklings, near the end of night

When sun comes up and all the world’s transposed

A knowing wall of darkness

Gets distorted into light

My thoughts are mine, I surround myself with reason

And yet by day the waking world is naught

A place for those who value introspection

No, the world is a place for those already bought

I provide myself an armor formed from deeds

And I know that the caliber of thoughts which swim within my head

Are much better than the toys the sun provides

Though I alone do seem to heed this creed

Verily, I say “from whence do you seed?”

We accept all types, so carry on

I was only asking because it seemed inviting

The thing with civilization

is that it’s hard

We are all but brutes of women and men of the most vile sort and type

Deep down inside we carry visions and memories of everything we’ve done to evolve along the way, slaying each other with axes and mallets

And now with words and curses we display

The same exact type of behavior

That the caveman did inside, underneath the canopy

Of some extinct animal’s hide.

The point to all of this

Is the simple fact that

We are human

We attack

And so very clever can we be

And so diabolically tricky!

But we as apes may fool ourselves

And chase a nonsensical notion

With enough wealth, to the ends of the earth

As it seems, we’ve even created a nation