homo sapains

There is

It can be seen

A variation 

Upon the human situation-

homo sapains


perversely fascinated with suffering

The species

Can be observed

Collecting its tears in a jar

It was duly noted

Their ritual, that is

Of wailing and beating their chests

If left alone

They will damage themselves

Frankly, it's what they know best

One may wonder

What such a mutation

Serves, if anything at all

Though doses of attention

And resulting pretention

Have shown it's hardly small

Mating Narcissus

Gave birth to Narcissus

Try and follow if you can

Behind walls of mirrors

And baby-sitters

A child was born of a man

The End

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