The Human Race Poem by Drew Engman

Who can feel the beat within this easy scansion?
Hear the tones in their bones and be it, taste the flow?
I always want to touch it, see the real things
Sensing all I can to try and know

If what I think is living isn't foolish
If foolish isn't genius indisposed
Sometimes my thinking turns a little ghoulish
While the chaos in me calls to demon souls'

A certain type of person hears that calling
Not me, but I could show that one the way
To adhere to the faith and let the sky keep falling
Give the devil his due and God, the human race!