Grow Up, Mate, Eat, Die. Poem by Chuy Amante
Grow Up, Mate, Eat, Die.
We create the world we project.
Who grows up mates, eats and dies?
The whore,
the cow,
the saint,
girls, boys,
neighbors,
Distinguished prophets?
What projection of your
brought you here to see what
you wanted to see in life?
Saturday, June 30, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: life,life and death,psychology
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