Purity is an old-fashioned word:
(today it's completely absurd)
believing you're absolutely sure
(but nobody's 100% pure)
of your racial blood line
(twisting life's tree like a vine)
stretching backwards in time
(your furthest back relatives: leaves)
ushered forth from Adam and Eve's
children of sin run amok
(when their parents were fresh out of luck);
I really just don't give a f*ck
that your evolution is stuck.
A contest entry
- ~* New Quickie PIF Series*~ by TwilightDazzles.
525 points, ended November 7, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Brilliantly done! CONGRATULATIONS on the trophy with this. You deserved it. THANKS for giving us your perspective!
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This is a very nice take thank you for sharing this with me.Goodluck to you in the contest.Best wishes and much love
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This is true, there is no way we can possible document each and every race that is within our blood, we are all muts (mostly). Thanks for this entry and best wishes in the contest
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