..............Meek In The Cave
500,000 years, and 2 days ago,
Meek matriculated to adult,
At 12 years of age...brought
Back a Bison by himself...
Elders were not impressed.
Repressed grunts, then, for
Clarity, spoke, 'Where's the
Mammoth, junior? ' Junior
Was not thrilled by Elders.
Clocked one with a rock.
'Mammoth in valley, waiting
On lazy-buttt tribe to haul in.'
'B*tch, b*tch, b*tch! All the
Time, b*tch! ' Meek picked a
Stick, and QUICK! flicked one
On his ear, then thew it out
The Cave Door. 'Go fetch!
Now leave me lone be! Got
Bison steak. You have Mammoth
Stew.' Then skinned his kill
By the light of flickering fire.
All that night, Elders sat and
Chewed fat, over whether
Meek was adult, or not. He'd
Killed food for the tribe, clocked
With a rock, flicked with a stick,
Sassed the Elders good! 'Oh,
Shaman! Come out of your trance,
And solve this for us! ' Rumbling,
Grumbling, reeking, skinned man
Limped to the fire, surveyed the
Scene. Laughed, and laughed,
And laughed! ! 'I know. You don't.
Fools! Meek has proven to be a.....
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