The Human Who Was Never A Saint(Revised) Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

People make the complaints.
Like baggage upon a saint.
He speaks of hearing this evil voice.
Who steers him towards all the fighting.
Bickering among friends look what I did he exclaims.
Making it sound as if it was a great accomplishment.
When in fact all he did was provoke what comes naturally for the human, homosapien, parasite and plague to this planet.
Among all the species the most similar is certain bacteria and viruses.
They will pillage, pilfer, and plunder just like us.
And duplicate like rabbits on steroids.
And once it is all gone, let me say their are no refunds upon their death.
One chance, one shot, so do not drink it so quick.
For once the buzz is gone, it is likely not to return.
A creature without a natural predator.
Population explodes out of check.
Food becomes scarce.
Depravity becomes the weapon of choice.
Cannibalism the eating ones own kind.
A kindred spirit.
Oh please oh please let me eat you.
For I am hungry, and need food if I am to survive a life time.