Why do you humans sometimes refer to yourself as naked apes?
Yet if a human wonders on the street naked, the police turn up?
You’re the only ape that wears fucking clothes!
Naked apes? My arse! And guess what? I’m a gorilla so my arse is naked. Exceptionally hairy but naked!
As i walk among you hairless apes (you’re not actually hairless though) I come to realise you have been classified wrong as Homo sapiens.
Homo (man) Sapiens (wise)
But you’re hardly wise. And I got a much more fitting name for you Homo Contradictus
For what I have noticed is that you’re all walking contradictions.
Oh don’t shoot me, I’m a walking contradiction too. But I’m a gorilla and haven’t been named as the ‘wise’ ones.
Enjoy your new species name, it fits better.
We are mirrors
Projecting onto one another
Can you bring me back from the brink of hell
Reject me from myself
Are mirrors to your soul
You won’t find another
In the gaze of the man
Wishing you were someone else
If you wish to know yourself
Look at someone else
And if they look back
They’ll see themselves
Everyone is an abyss
If you look long enough
They’ll stare back at you
Inspiration can only exist if free will is assumed by the audience.
In trying to resist temptation the more tempted I become
The same is true of anger. The more I resist my anger, the angrier I become.
I’m still to find the balance with letting them off the leash for a little run without having them run too far or too little!
I told Diplodocus he was much too big to sit in that teacup
But sit he did
It was a tight squeeze
That much was clear to see
And he lowered his long neck down to me
“You’re wearing odd socks!” He beamed
Guffawing at the sight of me!
….A stitched up boy
The world pulling at the seams
sewing on a new face
to hide what’s long since frayed
lips sewn tight
secrets contained beneath patched wounds
a mess of a man
But not to measure