What separates man from the beasts is not our intellect;
Consider recent presidents we've managed to elect.
It isn't nobleness of soul, our sense of what is right;
Ugly caterpillars soon are butterflies in flight.
Mark Twain said 'twas our blushes, but that's nonsense I deride;
A troop of baboons blushes all the way down their backside.
Our conscience isn't so unique to just the human race;
Monkeys never would have let Joe Stalin take up space.
Religion isn't man's alone, though I will grant you this –
The praying mantis has a form that I would never miss.
It isn't music, since the birds sing better melodies.
It isn't work or thrift at all – just look at ants and bees.
What is it then that raises us above the brutish vapor?
Could it be the only thing is using toilet paper?
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