OK, here's a little something I wrote: is it a poem? Is it prose? It's called Stoopid Hoomans
Some humans said:
“Let's collect food, let's hunt animals”
“OK, but it seems like hard work, I have an idea:
“Let's grow food and farm animals”
“OK but we each can't grow and farm everything, I have an idea:
“Let's each farm different plants and animals and swap”
“OK, but I can't swap a cow for an apple, I have an idea:
“Let's pretend these rocks are food, and we can swap different amount for cows or apples”
“OK, but we'll need lots of rocks to make this work, I have an idea:
“Let's work together to collect the many rocks near my farm and we can share them”
“OK, but that seems like hard work, I have an idea:
“Let's get more people collecting your rocks and we will all share”
“OK, but they are my rocks and I don't want to collect my share myself, I have an idea:
“Let's have the collectors collect all the rocks for me and I'll repay them with rocks”
“OK, but you can't pay too many rocks or you'll have none left...”
So the humans paid rocks to collect rocks to to have rocks to swap for plants and animals. Soon they were so busy growing and farming and collecting and swapping and counting rocks: their stupid, stupid rocks. But no matter how many rocks they collected and swapped, when they counted there was never enough rocks.
The other animals saw this and said:
“Let's not collect rocks, it seems like hard work”
“OK, I have an idea: let's just collect and hunt food”
“OK, let's!”
Epilogue
One chimp says:
“But we can't each collect and hunt every food”
The other animals say:
“Good! That seems like hard work”
Topic: Trixsie's odds and ends (Read 91532 times)