My Dear Mr. Clemens

Mark Twain, 1909“Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing. It was here first.” – Mark Twain


My Dear Mr. Clemens

Am I not part of this world?
Was I not born of the earth?
As my fathers and their fathers
For a hundred thousand generations

I fill my niche eating fruit
From the tree of knowledge
Spitting out the seeds while I laugh
At the beauty of life

I walk through the woods
Plucking burrs from my clothes
Selecting the next generation
Of prey with my tools

Do I owe my fingernails a living?
Blood flows to nourish each
They grow and are clipped
Like the generations of man

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5 Responses to My Dear Mr. Clemens

  1. Little Monster Girl says:



  2. Emily Cooper says:

    “Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.”


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