Prehistoric Man. As I work my way through the daily grind Suffering through another infernal commute, It's times like these test my faith in mankind; Today I followed the devil- and he drove a ute. In his rattly ol' Ford truck one fu- hell of a wreck He shot into my lane without affording me a glance, A wheelbarrow atop a loose load of bricks filled his deck, It's a bloody miracle I didn't load up my underpants. First he cuts in my lane, then he's late on the brakes! Of his direction he gave no indication, no signal, no sign! But God saith 'forgive thy brother of his errant mistakes,' So I did not swear at the stupendously stupid swine. Both windows wound down, stereo on, From within Rammstein relentlessly pounds, 'Tis a pity both his air con and hearing have gone, He won't give way but he'll share his sounds? One hairy-knuckled grubby lackadaisical hand Draped loose on the sweat stained steering wheel, His other fat tatted arm, deep fried and deeply tanned Resting greasy on the door, paint rubbed to bare steel. At the red light I was sat right behind this troglodyte, He took a deep drag on a Doobious looking cigarette, On went the green light... still... I resolved to be polite- The lights were on but his circuits hadn't connected yet. Up to his rear view mirror a slow eye drifted- He didn't give a hoot about my exasperated look, But when I gave him my genteelest toot his attitude shifted, Up flipped his middle finger- a nano-second it took. He gave a sneer, put the f- Ford in gear Held down the clutch, red-lined that poor V-8, Only after the light sat on amber and red was near Did he smoke away, leaving me to fu- fulminate. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Since we cain't move, out of time, at this junction I sat wondering on how far we've evolved as a species, While that moron up ahead shows all the brain function Of an angry pre-Neanderthal with a handful of faeces. Oh Lordy, what a piece of work is this man- I saw before me less man than abomination- Jeez, this AntiChrist can't be part of good Gods plan- I refuse to believe that is Gods crowning creation. This example of Homo Defectus is big and dumb, Lacking in rational thought and the humanoid touch, His hands hold Mankinds finest tool- a prehensile thumb Yet he relies on his reflexing middle finger far too much. We're made in Thy image, so the Good Book says? The high point of a full week of Your creative craft? God, is this the result of slacking off on too many days? This specimen shouldn't have made it past the first draft. He is a butt ugly unblinking unthinking baboon, The Creators barrel and hairy-chested massive fail, A half assed rush job tossed out late Friday afternoon; Less the Pride of Man than off the evolutionary scale. I'm beginning to doubt my religious belief, My faith in His humanity is swiftly dissolving, Surely my lapse will cause my priest much grief But at least my rational thinking keeps evolving. Often I'd prayed for God to give me strength- I kept calling on Heaven above but You're never in, Lord, all I see is one quivering finger, upraised at length, Sorry God; on todays evidence, it's Darwin for the win.