Tom Higgins

Rookie - 60 Points (Egremont)

The Masters Of Consumption. - Poem by Tom Higgins

Useless eaters,
still breathing,
and breeding,
too many
useless eaters.
Shut, cut,
save prosperity,
get rid,
use austerity,
no shelter
no food,
no healthcare,
no brood.

Free space
no scum
left to face,
so the
master race
can live
self obsessed
shallow existences
without distraction,
obliviously
consuming
and eventually
dying,
and being
consumed.

Tom Higgins 09/01/2016

Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle

Form: Rhyme Royal or Rime Royale


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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 11, 2016



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