It will start to rot

Without a thought

Out of water

Wisdom naught

Caught to die

No ought to try

Dead is scared

To be alive

 

No ears to hear

No eyes to see

No heed to take

No goodness sakes

No home to sick

No sweet to miss

Just simple tricks

And bones to pick

 

No love lost

No love had

A waste of food

A wasteful move

No benefits

 

Lack of common sense

Failed text to an ex

Don't hit resend

Or play pretend

 

Fantasy over real

Is no medicine

More a major sin

High level ignorance

 

How will the feeding of death provide sustenance?

 
 

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