Flesh Eating Piranhas Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

When a man has no drive, he is nothing.
An eye soar that doesn't care about anything.
Maybe this man is defaulted to fail.
Maybe your unwanted pressure
is the only thing that is absorbed.
It creates a habitat for piranhas
who eat you alive as you try to swim
in their territorial waters.
The world is full of these flesh eating piranhas.
Hunters of these piranhas are very few.
The piranhas are few too, but the hunted are many.
Prey that stands still waiting to be preyed upon.
Knowledge of their role that is to be played,
they follow through like a bunch of yes men.
They don't need a script because it is
particularly bred into this unfortunate population.
But man, they are entertained though...
enough so that they do not care.