There was mud and there were beings
They never hurt eachothers feelings
Or tried not to hurt eachothers feelings
I could say they lived by instinct
Slithering to food, away from danger
Am I the big mutation?
Or are my flights of fancy
simply stupidly slithering?
Smartly slithering?
If I am not the big mutation,
I simply can't imagine what is
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