Long In The Tooth
So that's what became of my molar:
I knew it would turn up in time.
I was out by my cave, drinking Cola,
When I witnessed a typical crime.
Neanderthal man was out walking,
And a hominid mugged him, for fun.
News spread, and had everyone talking:
In no time, a fight had begun –
On one side were bullies, believers
That two wrongs add up to a right.
On the other were those who think Grievous
And Bodily Harm's a delight.
It turned to a war in a minute,
The sort that you think of, if pressed:
Who sparked it? Did someone begin it?
Is it moral, blah blah, and the rest...
This happens a lot. It's genetic,
I think: can't be stopped by a law.
We fight all the time, are frenetic
(And someone whopped me in the jaw).
Some say religion's behind it.
Some say it's age; some say youth.
I'm twenty, too ancient to mind it –
Back then, I was long in that tooth.
