The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Evolution of Morals

The Ape, at rest one cloudless night
From leading of his troop,
Observed the stars' untidy flight
In group on random group.

A most peculiar way, he said,
For them to roam and hunt:
Why are they not more neatly led
With stars like me in front?

Through life and picking of his fleas
Until the day he died,
It seemed the worst of liberties
And most undignified.

Samuel Grimsnipe

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