An ape is likely to be an angel paraphrasing Jack
His filthy hands raking over genitals break the dry
Finger off a fallen dogwood branch What we call them
Is an affront for classification what’s necessary of it
Is solipsism lips ill suited for the plosive but how they can swing
Angels at neanderthal angles the stick dips into a
Beehive and Bob suddenly is in a world of trouble
Comprehending no automatic a four-limbed all out
Sprint down the evolutionary ladder limber resilient breath overdrawn
He clears the gorgeous overgrown meadow and plunges
Ass first into an icy pool Another lesson learned.
