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Derek Earl Houghton Poems

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spotism. The dark sou

Humor as with all creativity  is one of the beautiful blossoms of a joyful and fearless. heart. A dark soul does not speak that language . Consequently ridicule is the hands down best antidote to despotism. The dark soul is dumbfounded.


l is dumbfounded.

 
 
 

He thought humans to be a promising  species

notwithstanding their odour and pugilistic leanings.

Complex tribal and hierarchical by all accounts.

Territorial. mercurial  omnivores

with only a very fragile taboo  against cannibalism.

Given war, or meteorite disabling solar flare

They would eat one other at the slightest provocation..

or short of that,  process one  another into  fertilizer

for their cabbage farms.

They fear the dilution of their tribes.

Tribes are all they know.

In point of fact, their  treacherous  nature is the greater threat

to their survival than tribalism could ever be.

They have gone as far as they can go with

their endless warring tribes

Should they prevail, the dissolution of tribes

will insist that it become the new inevitable.


Derek Earl Houghton








 
 
 

When he awoke from sleep in the wee

hours of the morning he felt cold.

He would proceed then to put

on his dressing gown.

When he put on his dressing

gown he always felt far too warm.

This was always the case.

He concluded after a time

he would never be comfortable

in his own fur,and

that this nightly pantomime

would be his unceasing

perturbation.


Derek Earl Houghton


 
 
 
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