The ultimate farce

We live on a planet
This planet goes around the sun
The sun is round

The sun will explode in single figure billion years
Your house value will not matter much then

You live on a planet, science of Darwin
Dawkin, and Hawking
Said you came from apes

And before that fish
Don't you think that's progress?

Would you rather have been made
supernaturally by God
Or done hard graft and come via fish

I know which one I'd prefer.
I'd wager what you would prefer
Certainly my mum is no adam's rib.

So look here we are
Our petty problems
Palestine

Human rights
Animal welfare
Mortgage rates

And yet
We know too much
We know we will die

But we watch Eastenders
Read War and Peace
Or go to the andes on holiday / for charity

Yet our charity
Blinds us from our death
yet what about our children

Friends can you not see
That you are not the masters of your
actions?

It is your genes driving you
That unconscious force
You are the mould of the planet

Populating it
And intelligently
Sapiens sapiens polluting it

chucking out McDonald's
Progeny
And Oxbridge shits

To what end
The genes my friends
They came from the chemical soup

And before that the stars
My friends our consciousness is blinding us from
The truth

We serve our genes
Not God,
Not ourselves

We think we have choice when
We shop at tescos

When we choose to fuck that girl or this
When we choose to spread our legs
To this guy or that

Or when that wedding ring goes on
You think you choose?
No you serve

You serve the 46 strands of DNA
Unconciously
Twirling

Repairing itself
Transmuting through the timeline
Of species

It just doesn't give a shit
It will survive

Mutate with bacteria

Mix with whoever

Anything to survive

To evolve

It is not conscious

Consciousness

Is our ball and chain

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