It's Like Everybody Is an Eskimo: A Poem
In that vast land white and frozen
live Eskimo folks their simple lives
polar bear's habitat, also their chosen
where hardly anything grows and thrives.
They know about places with rich vegetation
with flowers and palm trees, and short sleeves
but none of those attractions can break habituation
of some ingrained preferences and inherited beliefs.
Doesn't that remind us of those many losers
who heard of happiness, harmony, and peace
but playing some consistent and bad choosers
opting for a stuckness as if out of a sheer caprice.
Our habitat is glass and steel desert
so we thrive in our own secluded void
using our best hunting skills we can exert
enjoying our habitat, though mostly annoyed.
Thus, everyone is an Eskimo in our own way
one kind of desert not making another less lonely
and even if we migrated we would still a kind of "stay"
while soon degrading newness into a habitat, ours only.