voracious mind eating us out
working us to near death daily
we fuel ourselves to bloating
we never know we are very huge
cabbage on steroid on a couch
shout silently; scream at sky
nobody hears you they're on phone
in their own small cubicle of life
talking is downgrading communication
we read and see feelings now, tech
they just walk in and take everything
we are statue breathing more oxygen
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