Non-Life Poem by Rob Knetsch
Non-Life
as if the head is filled
with stale porridge
moldy and inert
what i call a no-brainer
a person of no opinion
control-forced to be polite
at all times in all circumstances
what i call a non-human
never even a bit aware
of truth and beauty
and all horror and death
what i call a non-life
'non-life' © 2013 Rob Knetsch
Monday, October 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: human,mold,nothing,opinion,truth
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