Our instinct is
Sunk in our genes,
In sync
With the pattern architects
Literally, amoebas are
The epitome of body builders
In our race of
Hedonists, So
We’ll heed to big business,
Shackled to splitting,
And destined in
Our jeans and our genetic
Maybelline
I regret it.
I forgot if it’s,
“Survival Of the Fittest, ” or
“How to Survive with Justified Imperialists”
I’m just paraphrasing
Anyway
Ben Wannamaker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/paraphrase-away/
