We are from all over the place, human race.
Some say outer space.
The world is what we make it, I hope we don’t break it.
Its not bad, all things considered, now and then.
It has its good points and its bad points, like a hen.
A hen lays eggs, has legs and feathers too.
Quite nice in a stew.
The world is more or less the same, human race, are you glad you came?
I speak, you don’t know my name.
This poet is tame.
14th September, 2016