Great wanna-be silverback ape
tells me my ancestors must
Have been crocodile gods:
I pay no attention to
His chinless chatter-noises,
I will not argue with a fool.
Besides, my view is provably better;
For where he sees a threatening drunk
I see a pair of willing blondes …
And I’m still trying to figure
Out the significance of two.
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