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


No common sense

Failed text -- to an ex

Can'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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