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Bart Edelman 21 Survival We’re swinging on trees here, Grabbing fistfuls of leaves Without a banana in sight. I’m afraid this arboreal thing Gets too tiring, day by day. I don’t think we’re well equipped For this type of flight— To hell with the romance Charles Darwin had in mind; After all, he was a crackpot With an overstimulated imagination And an addled brain, Who had far too much time On his hairy little hands. Enough of this foolishness. We must learn to walk upright again And dispense with any notions That the jungle is our friend. Gimme back my featherbed, A pizza with extra pepperoni, An ice cold Heineken, And a good Cuban cigar. The rest of you feel free To ape your way into obscurity. ...

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