Golden Flies Poem by Madrason .
Golden Flies
In truth we all feel good
when being used or abused
as guinea pigs being amused
being infested with false thoughts
suggested by Pawlow's friends
we even lend hands
screwing up the level
of inflicted intensity
as long as it is not We
immens is our cruelty
we who speak of love
per chance and tolerance
those empty vessels
hunger…...
to be filled;
we served a
Guilt. M
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