You thought you were tough when you said that I'm ugly and that I need a shave.
But when I shot you in the ass with my bow and arrows, you weren't so brave.
We Cavemen are tougher than you think; we have no fear.
You won't be able to sit down for at least a quarter of a year.
We Cavemen have big Johnsons that make women lose control.
They want real men; they have no need of your damn Tootsie Roll.
Your damn people have fancy ovens to cook your meals.
We Cavemen want to fish but we haven't discovered the Rod & Reel.
Don't consider yourself superior because you smell better than us and can think.
We are doing just as good as you even though we're dumb and stink.

(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)