A Brief History Of Man Kind Poem by James Gibbons

Why don't the seasons follow as peaceful sunsets? why can't there be a way out? ? ? a bridge over turbulent waters who's troubled Today, tomorrow yesterday's language, tormented, tolerated, as if voices provoked, babbling in confined spaces. Cl - ar- ic- e, what did you see. Now I lay me down to sleep.The litany of illusions, Do you know why the little lambs are crying? To whom am I speaking) . Bless me father, for I have sinned like all the President's men. Attacking warriors who take no quarter, battle plans devised, year's misunderstood messages, battling to save the very image they destroy. Women understand because they don't light the fuse. clarify? Abel killed, but he didn't shoot, hang, pillage, bomb, gas, starve, rape, jail, nuke neighbors!
Something gone terribly wrong out of all proportion, Over loaded senses rebel; oh, my my, a land mine inadvertently triggered, skin hanging in tatters flayed by man's punishment for sins, self, surrender (i care tnt (I care) I ca ca care deception inability to comprehend the chaos speaking in sigh (sign) language, smoke signals talking taking no prisoners caught in a chasm chains & chants clinking clanking forever repeating taciturn tarnished bon vivant. A two headed Janus, looking the wrong way. Oh Liberty, light your torch, your love lasts, but my news isn't fit for your ears. If marriage isn't the answer, get involved with a yes women; yes, yes, yes gender & game get giving pleasure; but the prophet says do not seek failure, seek self, any software will do. Bible / Koran. same/same God is God, man's the problem.
You dull meddy-mettled rascal; come clean; blow your nose, wipe you're a**. The battle hardened amazons understand fierce individuals with a really soft spot for a women's body, booty; glory be check the breasts. The compelling need of every XY greedy gene, be a gentleman about it, and yet you accuse me of mo- les- tat- ion and a hardened heart not ideal which lives forever and ever (all stand) , sit, now kneel, you heard the interlocutor; you need to say your prayers. umm; Now I lay me down. What's a matter you; don't even know PRAYERS. Look what you've done; all the flowers are dying and I can't live, languishing without flowers. Do the seasons' only hurt those in love with love? I'm melting, my beautiful world, m mel ting. So love shine Trul lv, shine all. Man kind truly shine.