Evolution’s Rest Stop


From history did we come
Perpetuating evolvement
We did not

Yes

We’ve learned our lesson well
Mixing and matching genes
To circumvent ourselves

Arriving at the worldly coliseum
We battle for blood and death
Salivating and fist pumping
We want…
We wish…
Seldom what we need

Yet we forge and sharpen
Our out-of-control desire
For everything of anything

Leaving creation’s DNA scratching its head
“We put up centuries of twist and shred for this?”

Of course…

 
Minds of a higher purpose
Will someday stopover
Check us out
And pity the evolved mash-up

We’ll greet our planetary visitors
With “Welcome aliens. We are your masters,”
And completely miss
Their dissing of such nonsense
As they leave their rest stop
And move on to another galaxy.