I went to build a museum
for the children
about a time that
might have been
but can not be
A simpler time
about survival
before they brought the Bible

I’m told it was a happy time
Stone Age bliss
I think so,
I hope so,
I really want to believe it so,
Just like the Unabomber Manifesto
My wife laughs at me
So it must be true

Manly men once walked the earth
With spears and grunts
And dirty work
Eating raw flesh
In un-cleansed camaraderie
Usefully and brutally dying young
Unlike me who went to build
A museum of my fantasy