We’re just animals, right?
But animals with souls
and decisions to make
and feelings to hurt so bad that
we can’t even stand it.
8-year-old boy kings,
maybe we’re trying hard but
we’ve got to have fun too, right?
I mean really, who can blame us when there’s so much awfulness
got to ignore climate change and the slow, painful deaths around us
to breathe, catch up on celebrity gossip once in a while,
maybe find the perfect eyeliner.
We’re clever and wily but lack
the gift of foresight
so lovable as we fuck everything up
so tender and open, Godzilla babies
happily quashing tiny cities as we run, jump, and play,
throw tantrums for stupid reasons.
Apes, man. What are you gonna do —