Is a division like a derision?
Can I laugh it in the face?
If divided we fall,
Why do I heed the call?
To be all I can be
In my little family tree
That branches every which way
But still I know the way
When dividing is actually multiplying,
Can’t you see how it grows?
It isn’t getting any smaller
It’s growing & climbing the wall – GRR!
And what I mean is a cell divides
To create duplicates as I deride
The whole process is a major confide
That we can never let slide or ride
On a camel named Clyde,
My own heart I must abide
So as we divide, we still gather as one
And we mirror & echo each other – Hon!
Therefore, this reproduction
Is a major function that we call production
But we’re only making more consumers
To imitate the other losers
And yes, I’ve lost my mind
To the purpose of the grind
Yet, even so, I still know…
Wherever I am, there I go!
A Class Divide