Why was I born a mute?
I’m blessed with mediocrity in almost every way,
But I lack the gift of courage to stand up and say
What comes naturally to most,
With their selfish genes and a willing host.

Soon, my silence will be no more,
Sinking cold and through the floor;
As dead as bones.
No progeny nor mate
To lament my snow cold fate.

And if he could, would Darwin laugh,
Smug in the knowledge he was right?