Egypt and Sumer were babies

evenwheniLie

 

 

 

 

….Self inflicted baldness is my priestly crescent, every since adolescence an adult mind was present, I was forced to eat pheasant, I knew there was a soul present, seen as nutrition, there had to be a different method. My blood is Oh positive with no derivatives, straight from the original man’s ribs, to the history of man, my peoples got first dibs, we was the first babies, before Mother Nature developed bibs, our huts were our cribs. Adam’s calendar was our Big Ben, before the pyramids gave it a new spin, you can rob and steal but you missed your mark, I don’t know whose crib you broke in.

  • Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 8th, 2024 15:14
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  • Tony36

    Excellent write

    • evenwheniLie

      Thanks

      • Tony36

        You're welcome

      • sorenbarrett

        I loved the flow of this poem as well as the direction it took. On the surface light hearted but more profound underneath. Lovely

        • evenwheniLie

          Thanks, for acknowledging the poetic details, the subtleties are It’s strengths

        • Thomas W Case

          Superb work.

        • TobaniNataiella

          I like the message written within this poem, and i love the line Adams calender was our Big Ben, enjoyable read, Thank you



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