Somewhere in time this Philosopher stonily ponders...

A poet (quite familiar with yours truly)

sat at his computer

trying his darnedest to craft a rhyme

imagining when both parents

of mine lived during their prime,

when me creative father acted out mime

though an amateur

his visible talent throwback
when Vaudevillian actors/actresses

(during silent film era),

whereby the spectators

(filling up an entire auditorium)
could hear kerplunk of a dime

versus the bajillion dollar contracts
showcasing stories about

punishment and crime.

 

Comeuppance eventually served

as just desserts

for those who

cunningly, knowingly, willingly...

commit a knowing wrong

criminal minded on the loose

hustling thru throng

courtesy butterfly effect

rifling back thru time

amid dynastic rule

during reign re: Qianlong.

Millennia ago - indigenous roam ming
contra bands that barely left their so called
"foot print," although live back thousand
of years ago rather brutish, nasty and short
(according to Thomas Hobbes - a British
political philosopher during enlightenment),
they cobbled flint stones in tandem with
crude implements to fell animals, which
fauna felled with purposefulness.

Now or ever since dawn of modern civilization,
we as collective human race appear to be on
war path of extinction, yet weapons of mass
destruction (seeping into popular culture)
pitch future of life on the brink of self-
annihilation, a reassuring thought to help
this bloke retire his weary bones and attempt
to become comfortably numb while dreaming
his forebears (no lion), tigers in the woods and
other creatures lumbering across terra
firmae without threat of extinction.

 

Progression of intellectual powers gave rise to
greater disparity between means to perform
beneficial versus destructive acts subsequently
fostering my morbid fascination with military
warfare from advent when simians stood erect
and could peer into distant horizon as like they
looked ahead when major lurches forward
allowed means to wipe out greater masses
of people with more precision.

Thus, a homage to those whose blood, sweat
and Tears for Fears

unwittingly delivered hair e Beastie
Boys into Daytona 500 speed demons (while
Barenaked ladies such as Madonna, Katy Perry,
and Taylor Swift showed indigo girl lush hooters)
raced across finish line, while somewhere else
in time, the genesis of beatle browed kink e
dumpster diving dudes in dreadlocks for Snoop
Doggy Dog, Iced T, and Alice in Chains never
surpassing classical Greek drama longevity.