a poem by John Starks, USA

Man, monkey-like, does grab his nuts and run.
He got his goodies and he breaks away.
(Excuse me, please, should you, too, see a pun,
Or truth, in figure, prove outrageous play)
Man scurries on his given mortal plane:
He lives in "Now": the future is obscure.
His madness, given brevity, seems sane,
As mortal flesh shall not, too long, endure.
Hence man does rape what he would nearly spare.
He loves himself; his kids must learn to dance
While toting bottles, full of precious air,
Ere they, mate choosing, get a fleeting chance.
Man, monkey-like, grabs nuts and "shoots the gap",
Who thusly proves a shrewd, pragmatic chap.

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