Jaw-Needs-Work's a caveman,
Precursor of Cro Magnon
Ain't got no pavement,
Much less a wheeled slow wagon
There's merde in a trenched moat
Ran out, drains slop
So bad that the rats drop
Cloudy days, the rains slop
Look out! Kid
Comes out of girl's mid-
section bend
Could it be this thing on men
Has something to do with family way?
Lookin' for neutered spend
When man doffs his coonskin wrap
Got a big yen
To get 'eleven inches thrilled
She's knocked up again

Many got clubfoot
Fire gives off rubbed soot
Huddling for heat, but
Face is warm; freeze butt
Pre-language phonemes bray
Many dangers wait at bay
And lust's cusped in early May
Organ sunk. . .son on way
Look out! Kid
Comes out of the girl's mid-
section; big tit goes
Under kid's nose
Pretty soon the raw feed flows
Ready is Jaw-Needs with his hose
"Go take a doze,"
And don your 'clothes'!"
Spews moaned screams to lecher man--
In throat tones of pidgin prose.

Get sick, get well
Shaggy shaman casts spell
One fell; a death knell
They put him in a growing tell*
Life's hard, get tarred
In pits, if fail
To whale on, nail
Saber Tooth with slashing tail
Look out, kid,
You're gonna get ripped
By human-eaters
Keep exhumin'
Rocks to use as beaters
Churl's fingers swirl gruel
Lookin' for a new tool
Use hollowed femurs
Watch for barkin' creatures

Mooore brats born, teats worn
No pants shows lance, seek romance
Undress, caress
Tykes to feed--a suck fest
Teats squirt—eats, kids; dry tits
Mopes, squeals, gropes, fits
Twenty hours of pulin',
Pukin'; she grunts, "Losin' my wits!"
Look out! Kid
Emerges from mid-
section. No sim'lar man hole
Instead, they got handles
Nocturnally they're glum
Can't see; en'mies come
Must get to work. . .
Invent candles, wheels, and sandals


*ancient mound composed of remains of successive settlements