when living in Jurassic Park
one learns why we become extinct
our heads are turned by well-turned words
instead of legs when out for drinks
we'd rather chase a line of thought
than cherches le femmes our passions shade
toward learning life and less to love
our broken hearts healed and remade
so aching, tired, we lick our wounds
inflicted by the patient years
and seek a resting place for bones
to bathe in tar the end-game's near
and offer meat to those young furry
new creatures as they hunt and scurry
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
when living in Jurassic Park
one learns why we become extinct
our heads are turned by well-turned words
instead of legs when out for drinks
we'd rather chase a line of thought
than cherches le femmes our passions shade
toward learning life and less to love
our broken hearts healed and remade
so aching, tired, we lick our wounds
inflicted by the patient years
and seek a resting place for bones
to bathe in tar the end-game's near
and offer meat to those young furry
new creatures as they hunt and scurry
I feel ya, Nat
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