Dubbed the Fittest

by Hot Lizard Boy

You swim listlessly in your bubble bowl
All too aware
As I am
That we are star-crossed among lovers
I curse damnable evolution
Which took my gills
And instead left me with useless lungs
To hell with Darwin
He of Natural Selection
The man who placed me farther up the ladder than you
That loveless devil who never felt a need as I feel
When he stood on the shores of Galapagos
And penned his ethnocentric Survival of the Fittest
For how can I be fit without you?

Copyright 1999 by Hot Lizard Boy

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