Anthony Weir

(13th September 1941)

Ninety-eight percent


98% of our genes are shared with chimpanzees.
We have polluted 98% of the world.
Dogs are bored 98% of the time.
Nearly 98% of life is mechanical.
More than 98% of us are lost in the plot.
And parrots think,
and parrots mope.

O praise
the 98% of thinking animals with the integrity
not to pray or hope.

Submitted: Monday, May 29, 2006

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  • Tara Teeling (5/29/2006 3:48:00 PM)

    Really enjoyed this piece! Incredibly provocative and interesting, not at all the 'usual' stuff I've been seeing of late. It's intelligent, and it bursts with originality. Such a nice thing, truly. Take care, T. (Report) Reply

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