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Endless Humans Carrying On


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Posted by Nico on March 26, 1999 at 16:05:54:

Endless humans carrying on,
All over,
Sunbathing, gorging, or shooting guns,
Sitting on porches drinking beer,
Crashing their cars and motorcycles,
Attending concerts, rallies,
Protesting abortion, government, and taxes,
Religious freaks, heathenists,
Genocide, fratricide,
Pesticide, and potatoes deep fat fried,
You can see them going topless, or naked,
Killing animals, chopping trees, heating their home,
Scrounging for food,
Taking their sailboats for a cruise,
Through the Panama Canal,
Gloating, stroking, choking,
Building trains, tracks, smokestacks,
Highways that stretch from coast to coast,
Covering ancient burial grounds with black asphalt,
Overpowering, controlling, or being controlled,
Loving their fellow man, while tying him up,
Fishing quiet holes, depleting salmon,
And crying out that the salmon are dying,
Loving salmon more then their neglected children,
Growing hungry, dining out at McDonalds

Yearning, desiring, coveting their neighbor,
His money, his car, his television, his wife,
His wife's ass,
Cutting grass, glass, baking in the hot sun,
Dripping in torrential rain, freezing in wintry gusts,
And complaining too,
Always wanting more,
Being satisfied at a pretty sunset,
Discovering nature, walking on the grass,
Building igloos and stone huts, digging up the earth,
Gazing at the stars,
Wondering if life exists anywhere else,
While pulling lint off the carpet,
Popping popcorn,
Contemplating death, not leaving the house all day,
Shooting drugs and guns,
And whiskey and the breeze,
Cussing, praising God, talking shit,
Eating, crapping, burying toxic waste, and dog doo,
Laying bricks, laying farts, laying down the law,Laying interns,
Lusting after co-workers and preacher's wives,
Vomiting in the gutter,
Protesting the right to drink,
To party, to shout, to watch sex, to worship,
To live, to hate, to eat, to waste paper,
To do art, to scam, to fight war, to fight injustice,
While singing the blues, playing guitar, checkers, Parcheesi,
Badminton, hockey,
And all the forms of football,
Playing jokes on their brothers,
Having heart attacks,
Gobbling Big Macs like they hadn't eaten in weeks,
Pitying the homeless, the unfortunate,
The starving kids that they see on TV,
Watching bombs burst in foreign lands,
Traveling to and fro, snapping photos,
Printing newspapers,
To tell other humans where the bombs burst,
With little inserts,
And how many humans kicked the bucket,
Organizing memorials, lamenting a dead queen,
As the bodies of thousands wash up,
On third world beaches,
Kissing each other, hating when those humans they kissed,
kissed other humans,
Feeling helpless, happy, forsaken, crappy,
Angry, gay, contented, blasé,
Watching in horror,
Getting misty over a tune in G,
Writing sonnets, songs, parables, odes,
Pentameters, plays, literature, codes,
Fantasy, sci-fi,
Prose, verse, fiction,
Textbooks that help correct nasty diction,
Psychoanalysis, bioengineering,
Business management,
Books to tell why hot air rises,
Yanking the engines out of their cars,
Leaving the VCR in pieces on the ground,

Imagining themselves rich, famous, happy,
With a wife that doesn't bitch quite so much,
Riding horses, housebreaking cats,
Feeding the hamster,
Taking the garbage out to the smelly old dumpster,
Welding pipes, forging iron,
Then settling back with a six-pack,
To numb the burns that fester on their palms,
Painting, sculpting, carving, playing,
Feeling the right side of their brain straining,
With the throb of creative electricity,
Languishing over lost love,
Protesting violations of their desires,
Sensing the end,
Humans feeling lost, feeling loved,
Feeling unhappy, feeling guilty,
Hanging out with friends, going off to war,
Liberating the meek, the unholy,
The poor, the animals,
The forlorn,
Wondering what everyone else is doing,
On a Saturday afternoon,
The other five billion,
Nine-hundred ninety-nine million,
Nine-hundred ninety-nine Thousand,
Nine-hundred ninety-nine,
People on the planet,
Are doing,
Right now.



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