Across the globe
as far as it spins
(you may believe me, I've been,)
it's just warring monkeys...
(and so few of them win!...)
only to end up
within a generation or seed:
craven, aggrandized street queens
weightily dressed down in vanity gold...
sporting millennia of useless education
(primitive asiatic-trivia
mouthed from fool to fool...,)
they constitute the grandest layer
in the pyramid of sapien mold
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