Poem - Caveman by Stephen W. Cote

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Stephen W. Cote

Short Stories

- Fairy Bunking Chapter 4: Napalm Martini Binge
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 1: Bunking the Dragon
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 2: Tea on a Leaf
- Fairy Bunking Chapter 3: All Out
- The Predator of the Meadow
- Empire
- The Alchemy of The Aurora Chateau Deo Belle Etoile
- The Autumn Engagement
- The Autumn Engagement

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- Transposition
- Embryo (parts 0 - 14)
- Aquamarine
- Natural Angels
- Superstition
- Winter (parts 1 - 15)
- Out Goes the Light
- Firework
- A Dilemma
- Brassiere
- Fireman
- Caveman
- Falling Leaves
- Desperate Times
- Beautiful Faces
- Escape To Morning
- Howling
- Applejack
- A Cafe Rose
- The Evils That Men Do
- Ray In The Sun
- Beautiful Faces
- Reversal
- The Wolvenblauer

Caveman

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by Stephen W. Cote

There walks a man in Italian-made caveman skins.
A contemporary sin bathes his grin
And his fine hairstyle is brushed by the wind.

With computer in-hand he tracks the market with his spear.
His prey are stocks in the clear, he finds one near,
And his suave German suit is the same as his peers.

Here comes a man with a fine cloak and a song.
His words all belong but are perfectly wrong,
And his sonorous voice just goes on, and on, and on.

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