Rob G. Gifford

Rookie (7/23/1972 / Somewhere in the Milky Way galaxy)

Planetary Feast - Poem by Rob G. Gifford

mob mentality on a global scale
we lead ourselves one step closer to our own extinction
what a precipitant lifeform we are
a planetary infection
killing that which we rely on
will we eventually commit a suicidal genocide
or just move on to the next slice of dirt pie
to begin the slow, cataclysmic feast of the next dish served
we are what sickens us
creating what we fear
cannibalistic carnivores
feeding off the appendages of those beneath
the struggle to be the top maggot on the sh*t pile
gagging the mouth of independent thought
blinded to the fact that we are what we have become
too busy wallowing in our own filthy pool of apathetic ignorance
to hear the cries of the one
the masses metamorph into the big fish
swallowing those that don't conform to the plan that they don't even know they follow themselves
mindless in the distractions of our own creations
oblivious to the obvious
like a bug in the headlight
all screwed up with it's head up it's own a**
give thanks for the planetary feast

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 24, 2010

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