Being Human

Being human
is so damn clumsy.
Having these longish
hairy arms with strange
flat disks
attached with long or stubby
appendages
and hard little shells
atop each bony
stretch of skin.
And veins
that can be painted
a variety of colors.
Being human
is being
a slob-monster-I mean master-
It’s making white lies
for time to move faster.
Being human
is like leaking
pheromones/hormones/whatevermones
into the air.
Being human
is having too much
thick black course hair
with fat sticks for legs
to balance on all day.
Attached to these flesh-logs
are tiny weird growths attached
with the same little hard shells
at the end.
Being human
is having
wrinkly pads
at the edges.
Or stubbly bits
near the lips.
Or bulbous flesh nobs
in which
to breathe out of
or
gaping pink
swollen holes
or slits
with white bone bits
poking out.
Being human
is having an alien
pink slug monster
inside that slit
or hole
In which to taste
or twine
with another person.
Being human
is to be naked
except for various places.
Being human
is having one brain
that controls
everything.
One person
underneath this
clumsy slobby messy
horny creature
like a tiny hero
controlling
a strange heavy ship that
speaks and walks and trips.