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Recorded Reading (2:31):
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Slow to Learn, Does Not Play Well With Others
Modern explorers of a Pyramid
Built thousands and thousands of years ago
Came on a tablet in its bowels hid
Which helps us human nature better know
‘Twas writ by the high priesthood of that day
And chock-full of direst invective be
Excoriating in its figured clay
The prospects of their coming century
Because youths of its own, so hopeless, were
Lacking respect, lacking in industry,
Contemporary leaders could infer,
When fell on them responsibility
Requiring their attentions not to lapse
Toward some recreation more preferred,
Society’s whole structure would collapse
Utterly and permanently interred
Beneath the sands of dread disinterest,
In favor of light-minded pleasures, so
This kingdom that their fathers gave their best
In one unheeding generation blow!…
And in their labrynthian passageways
We find out how the laborers amused
Ignorant selves on their less busy days,
Wherin elective moments they would use
Carving those stony walls graffiti on
Full of predictably plebian jibes —
In one man’s case, aspersions cast upon
The useless efforts of all female scribes!
Have we succeeded, our entire mad race,
In learning not one thing in that whole time?
Of heightened understanding little trace
Be found in our similarly sad clime…
Take we the information offered up
By this huge planet’s scattered history
And match we all those puzzled pieces up
Enhanced in future wisdom seek to be?
Or are we doomed endlessly recreate
Each morbid Hominid stupidity? —
I should a tablet of my own create
And have it buried right along with me!
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