Human Race

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.

 Tich Ennis

14th September, 2016

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