There is a persistent tendency In humanity To claim, out of the quality Of the efforts individual, Some portion of that fame Or infamy For the entire associated group. As if this character Were a garlic to flavor The entire human soup. Thus Dr. King or Nelson Mandela, Either one a worthy fella, Gives any individual, black, A remedy to cover any lack. Being Jewish Donates no clueish Capability To mitigate stupidity, To have commonality, be one With the personality Of Einstein or Mendelssohn. Humanity is stuffed With geniuses and thugs Sufficient to make your hair curl And of reputation to tempt My claim to be exempt From my species. I would rather be a squirrel. Therefore, though I spew verse, To evoke, sometimes, laughter, frequently, a curse, I claim no relationship To Shakespeare, or, more rash, Ogden Nash. Ovi_magazine poetry |