Bi-Pedal, a Common Affliction
There are a few qualifications, Being a bi-pedal is just one.
Many of our cousins seem to have, so don't come undone.
They may have a harry complexion, scratch uncontrollably,
Walk in a gate, don't eat food on a plate, as ugly as can be.
Most of those primate specimens, all share a fine sociability,
Not to dictate, or discriminate, consistent in their predictability.
They like to share one common goal, life is far too short to be,
They realize any such untruth is to be unstable and of insanity.
Brethren from an earlier time, do argue sometimes, a sure thing
But at last, peace and calm settles in, understanding does bring.
All enjoy some form of entertainment if only tossing of some fruit,
Everyone knows there's a family of all life, love and caring its root.
When night comes all try to sleep, never to be playing some game,
Communication is simple and effective, few grunts sound the same.
They don't like to chop down any tree, try saving each one they can,
They cherish their fresh water to drink, of a good life, all have a plan.
It seems like we could all take lessons from the brotherhood,
They may just have the answer, to life well lived, understood.
Might pay us, so-called humans, to observe the little baboon,
A monkey or two, great apes, not look at the man in the moon.
All need to clean up our acts, start saving as much as we can,
There's only a short time that we have left, time to make a plan.
When little blue critters from outer space, refuse our hospitality,
There's something majorly wrong, not having any accountability.