Hard water stains on plastic -- nothing scrapes
It off, but chipping takes too long. The fridge
Dispenses aqua, ice; the things the apes
Will need to make it to the upper ridge
Where crude neanderthals are squinting, aping
Their conquerers and painting brains on walls.
My own amygdala is faking, gaping
At pervy cave art, scribing bathroom stalls
With Gutenberg and Galileo. Spin,
Ye Cosmos -- keep this caveman dizzy; he
Delivers nothing to his monkey kin,
Nor trips the genes fantastic. Stars that we
Forwent illuminate the vigil by
The freezer door, where wiring goes awry.
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