A bad idea
“Intelligence”
is, it turns out.
Whatever idiot thought of it,
should
be shot and taken out.
And
though it may vex us,
it's
better than sex is:
that
urge to keep going
all
the while knowing
we're
actually going
nowhere.
How is that fair?
Nature
creates us,
sex
agitates us,
thus forcing
us
to
propagate us.
We
overrate us
(surprise,
surprise)
casting ourselves
as
the good guys.
An
iffy surmise.
We cannot know
what
all of this means.
We're merely extras
in
some crowd scenes.