We are still feces flinging primates.
Only, we have upgraded our shit
with smart phones and assault rifles
and the ability to split the atom straight
into extinction. This sinister age of the
hairless super ape.
Swinging from our metropolis branches
howling out our grand achievements, all the
while sucking down second hand smoke and
pollutants that would kill our simian brothers and
sisters still living in their wondrous Eden.
And the avians stare down from their perches watching
this suicide circus named “civilization” blunder onward
while thinking to themselves,
“We should have eaten all those
fucking eutherians when
we ruled this joint as dinosaurs!”
About the Creator
Steve Howard's self-published collection of short stories Satori in the Slip Stream, Something Gaijin This Way Comes, and others were released in 2018. His poetry collection Diet of a Piss Poor Poet was released in 2019.