If you had no tongue
you could not swallow,
die of starvation
and no conversation
the difference between,
voluntary and involuntary,
try holding your breath
Posterity
on a micro-chip
you could store
memory of all you know
and more
alas who else
would want to listen
Adam and Eve
could not indulge,
in navel picking,
or midriffs exposed
The vogue of Fad
is IN
till the next,
resets the clock
called unique,
Parasitically Yours
the gnat bit me, I yelled at the dog
we are three,
who climb the same biological tree
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