Somewhere In Time This Philosopher Stonily Ponders

Somewhere in time this Philosopher stonily ponders... A poet (quite familiar with yours truly) sat at his computer trying his darnedest to craft a rhyme imagining when both parents of mine lived during their prime, when me creative father acted out mime though an amateur his visible talent throwback when Vaudevillian actors/actresses (during silent film era), whereby the spectators (filling up an entire auditorium) could hear kerplunk of a dime versus the bajillion dollar contracts showcasing stories about punishment and crime. Comeuppance eventually served as just desserts for those who cunningly, knowingly, willingly... commit a knowing wrong criminal minded on the loose hustling thru throng courtesy butterfly effect rifling back thru time amid dynastic rule during reign re: Qianlong. Millennia ago - indigenous roam ming contra bands that barely left their so called "foot print," although live back thousand of years ago rather brutish, nasty and short (according to Thomas Hobbes - a British political philosopher during enlightenment), they cobbled flint stones in tandem with crude implements to fell animals, which fauna felled with purposefulness. Now or ever since dawn of modern civilization, we as collective human race appear to be on war path of extinction, yet weapons of mass destruction (seeping into popular culture) pitch future of life on the brink of self- annihilation, a reassuring thought to help this bloke retire his weary bones and attempt to become comfortably numb while dreaming his forebears (no lion), tigers in the woods and other creatures lumbering across terra firmae without threat of extinction. Progression of intellectual powers gave rise to greater disparity between means to perform beneficial versus destructive acts subsequently fostering my morbid fascination with military warfare from advent when simians stood erect and could peer into distant horizon as like they looked ahead when major lurches forward allowed means to wipe out greater masses of people with more precision. Thus, a homage to those whose blood, sweat and Tears for Fears unwittingly delivered hair e Beastie Boys into Daytona 500 speed demons (while Barenaked ladies such as Madonna, Katy Perry, and Taylor Swift showed indigo girl lush hooters) raced across finish line, while somewhere else in time, the genesis of beatle browed kink e dumpster diving dudes in dreadlocks for Snoop Doggy Dog, Iced T, and Alice in Chains never surpassing classical Greek drama longevity.