8/13/2010

A Poem About Slime

Maybe we all did come from slime,

the goo that grew to form mankind.

A single celled organism,

evolved into our disposition.

And so we find ourselves here today,

a spineless, souless lump of clay.

Without a future and without a past,

a life formed from a souless mass.

Unless of course we all are wrong,

and something more did come along.

To create the life we know and love,

perhaps it was a God above.

By Chris

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