Familiar

Familiar

Five hundred thousand years ago, 
I would be strong, bold, replete with ego. 
Would kill and rule the weak, 
Snatch, rob, plunder and steal, 
From the pipe my strength would leak, 
Reproduce a monster refusing to feel. 
  
Even today I do so much the same, 
In a different court with some other name, 
I don’t realize I didn’t an inch change, 
And it’s all okay with nothing so strange. 
Five hundred thousand years ago, 
I would be just as strong, bold, replete with ego.