The following poem comes courtesy of e. e. cummings:
“Humanity i love you
because you would rather black the boots of
success than enquire whose soul dangles from his
watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both
parties and because you
unflinchingly applaud all
songs containing the words country home and
mother when sung at the old howard
Humanity i love you because
when you’re hard up you pawn your
intelligence to buy a drink and when
you’re flush pride keeps
you from the pawn shop and
because you are continually committing
nuisances but more
especially in your own house
Humanity i love you because you
are perpetually putting the secret of
life in your pants and forgetting
it’s there and sitting down
on it
and because you are
forever making poems in the lap
of death Humanity
i hate you”
The following headlines come from a glance at today’s Time:
Why Rookie Lawyers Get $60,000 Paid Vacations
Russia to Gays: Get Back into the Closet
Spray-On Condoms: Still A Hard Sell
Holy Union: A Polish Monk’s Divine-Sex Guide
Conclusion: My species is doomed. Weird, predictable, sad and doomed. And frequently absurd.
shattersnipe: malcontent & rainbows 