| With its blended hi-fi overtones and branded grey, sober suits, This remains a primitive world. Darwinian to the roots. Where survival, depends more than work on hollering. Scraping and scrapping, street urchins with starchy tones. To get noticed, even on a negative note Is to edge towards meatier bones. Complex hybrids mostly populate this world. Their primary traits Buzz and backbites indicate species of flies, and mosquito kind. Foxy, bossy, slimy or wormy types. Expressions change in a trice From bored bovine to mean feline on the same morbid face Of corporate chameleons who reveal rodent souls in between the race An animal planet minus ethics. Of course, exceptions prevail. Why bother in any case? Let them scuffle, squirm or vie, Vermin too are God's own creatures, there but for Whose Grace go I. |