Poor Little Humans

Happy little biped

Yet blessed with magic thumbs.

Bending nature to your will

No longer are you dumb.

Smart little primates

Your calls are so complex

They could organize a million men

They're not just for finding sex

Wondrous little apemen

You've exited your rock.

You've mastered heaven, some do say

But be careful Whom you mock.

Sad little people

Cursed with wondering "Why?"

The answer is: there is no answer

There is but just to die.

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