Nature of Us
© Bryan Beal
Amen to that came the cry.
Funny thing was no one knew why.
From the back escaped a bored sigh
And a fly.
Hearts filled they sang
To the air and bells that rang.
Echoing old, rusty gongs go glang!
Hell loses its fang.
Some ignorance. Some sin.
Some let none of this stuff enter in.
They need it like beer needs keratin.
All good, entertained like Flynn.
It comes, snake or con
Human nature never lets on
Until it's too late to be easily gone
It knows, it's see you later on.