A life that knows no end,
fettered to immortality
scraping along
the floorboards of eternity
Or the joys that know
no bounds
or reasons to tide
A jewel besequined in gilt
or pure gold dripping
life's moments
The irony of being alive
or the unrealised destiny
of unbecoming the vile
No, not a matter of choice
but what you truly rejoice-
being a human
or a simian with tail severed?
To scamper about
the tree of life
Less nimble than when
the evolution had you
en-tailed
to simpler prospects,
unencumbering enough
for the unsettling pate.
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