People point and laugh at me when I go to the mall.
They think it's funny when they see a Neanderthal.
Let me tell you something that is scary.
A man gets far less sex when he's hairy.
People think Cavemen are primitive just because we howl at the moon and eat goats.
We save a hell of a lot of money in the winter because we don't have to buy coats.
Yes it is true that we Cavemen are well-hung.
But women don't want to have our babies because they think we eat our young.
Let me say one more thing and then I'll bring this poem to a close.
If you smell me coming, you'd better put a clothespin on your nose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem