Am I Human?
This foreign place which was once
Home to me
Now seems so Alien
Distant...and
Out of reach to my inner thoughts -
Sipping my coffee I stare around
Within this boudoir filling station...
For the human body
Where people eat like Neanderthal Man
Using utensils like shovels...
To satisfy their greed -
Afterwards...
They wonder around the multi-stacked isles
Grabbing carnivorous items and -
Multi-colored packets until...
Their cupboards become empty, Then
This routine type process rotates itself again and again
In the end they'll end up at the abattoir as fodder!!!
B...
Written By B.R.Walker
6Th June 2008
Copywriter UK
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