How Huge The Tool Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

They may be on the right side,
Of their own ancient history.
With it desired to relive.
Complete with updated weapons.
Quick to display renovated ways.
How they can threaten to create,
Massive death.
Effective to finalize,
Breath to breathe.
Perceiving this benefits,
The few that are left...
To beat on their chests.
After revealing themselves victorious beasts.
Coming from caves to then seek food to eat.

But yet have they shown to make it known,
A possessing of a developed thought process.
Grown beyond,
Rocks and stones thrown.
That has advanced over their kept obsession,
With how huge one's tool is.
Or the imprint it leaves.
And that has remained for centuries,
The only thing on their minds...
Insecurities they keep,
That they find to define themselves.
With a continuing comparing to others,
Who they perceive to be secretly...
Hiding something much more endowed.
Naturally and not manufactured!

"The escalating pettiness of it all."

-What fools we mortals continue to be.-

"Regardless of the tool used,
Or it's size.
Who has yet not regretted,
Using their minds to keep themselves protected."

-It makes no sense.
To initiate a heat to build up.
Screams shouted out to God.
Then the climax ends to begin feelings,
Of remorse and regret.-

"There has to be another way,
To establish long lasting peace."

-There is.
But even divorce,
Will not stop folks from fantasizing.
They won't.
They can't.
You see...
The first time,
That sensation is unforgettable.
There seems a need to experience,
Another release somewhere.
As soon as possible.

Some want it.
And some don't.
But nagged until they are provoked,
Into action.

"What has that got to do with tools.
Weapons used.
Rumors of threats and war?
Taunting.
Feelings unreturned.
Then all he'll breaks loose."

-I don't have to be a lawyer,
To recognize the similarities.
It's all ancient history.
Adam and Eve stuff.
Serpents. Apples. Nakedness.
Tools to use.
Jealousy. Envy.
None of it has changed that much.-