I am a throwback to a bygone age.
Before teeth whiteners and laser surgery.

I am a human animal with smells and sounds
     not recorded before a live studio audience.

I am messy and pale.
I am hairy and round.
I am not made for television.


I am obsolete.
The boob tube tells me.
And it's Boob disciples propagate by not seeing the animal
                            that is human
                                    unless it is


                                          pimped out!         done up!
                                          bling blinged!      shiny!


                                          Artificial to match the habitat.


And the more assimilated we believe the less assimilation needs to be done.
Because a living being ignored will wither and die.

My species is on the endangered list.
My kind is being censored, blockaded, contained
so as not to monkey wrench
the shiny structure of business and commerce called progress.
Replacing me.
Us.


Did my species forget that our kind built these structures?

Our strengths as human animals was we adapted conditions to us.
Surviving the elements.
Now I find I have to survive those who pretend they are not biology.
The extinction of myself by Paris & Nikki & Donald.

I am shouting.
Soon all that will be left are conversations of media rehash.
Not an original phrase uttered.

I am a human animal and I don't want to be extinct.

Just because one curbs ones urges does not make one civilized.