Human-ility (A Toast)

Fri, 07/18/2014 - 20:33 -- Gustave
Is it not great?
To be born
An ape
And contemplate
Your ape-ness?

What fortune
I feel!
To portion my meals,
A stealing
Of other (less) fortunates


Gratefully alive
With parts organized
My more cluttered companions:


Those born trees and stones
Lack minds and bones
To moan
At their own disfortune


Neither can
Our wild kin
To give their attention


To lesser matters
Pressing matters
A life brutish and short


A life yet mine
Had not my mind
Been given, grown
Unbeknown to me


So I may think
So I may drink
And humbly boast
My luck



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