I can’t remember where
But I once read
Sheep go to Heaven
And goats got to Hell
It is indeed upsetting news for the poor llamas
I assume they must wait in limbo.
I understand we have a pecking order
But I grow increasingly confused and uneasy
By all accounts we don’t have beaks.
How long before we fall off our perch?
The notion of survival of the fittest is queer at best
Obesity is the wide spread pandemic of our times
But seemingly represents affluence.
How long before we go too far and tip the scale?
This ponderous puzzle is right there to be put back together
I wonder if all the pieces are even in the box
Even if they are
How are we meant to fix the globe with the confinement of a rectangular, jig saw like thinking?
Has the world gone mad?
Is it just me?
Bugger it
Too much thought
Besides Survivor is about to start and I can’t miss that.
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