Measure creativity.
What kind of a species cooks
Up such ridiculousness?
I would rather be happy,
But I’m forced to be
Meaningful instead.
Meaning, this seabird
Like decorative
Condensation on my neck.
There’s no creativity
On the moon or mars.
Beauty, sure. Water, a bit.
But there’s nothing meaningful.
I think they’re happy.
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