Catabolism Poem by shimon weinroth

some smoke, others drink to excess,
indulge in at least four deadly sins,
knowingly
shorten their being,

what provokes and motivates,
both inside and out
to self destruct,
the entrusted treasure called life

there are no other species who live,
by whim and fancy, illusions and art
who with intent
do hurt to themselves,

then confess
and plead for mercy,
to remove the pain,
promising to refrain

mend their ways,
walk the path
or rehabilitate,
till the next time,

surface
and are drawn
down again,

drunk with lust and envy
'sing yo ho ho and a bottle of rum'
up yours and don't give up the ship,
don't give up the ghost,

better times a coming,
a curse on mortality
a curse on morality
we were cursed from the beginning

and blessed by forget