Humans.

A Poem by Peggy Lea

Not so much a poem about love or rhyme, but rather the seriousness of the human reflection. May have other parts to this bit of insanity in the near future. Enjoy.

Many humans are definite miserable and deplorable creatures. Their mortal cells and disposable ideology brings them to the minimum level of what is truly considered benevolent, even by their own standards. They are to believe that they are truly superior to the rest of the world- living and nonliving. This is obviously some horribly gathered falsehood that was fused to keep the race at its best mental, and thus physical, caliber. Those poor, unfortunate jesters even go as far as trying to best their own species- an annoyingly animistic gesture.

How very noble of them to ponder so highly of themselves.