I hate myself today.
For 1500 days I have despised the way i survive
On the rediculous shit
That makes you addicted
And makes you give in all you earn
We have mastered everything except for ouselves
And the science that could go into
Making us live twice as long
Instead goes into the best ways
To keep us returning
To hand over money to buy things
Like cancer and diebetes
And a side order of heart attacks
Naturally occuring is where we belong
I want to gather the fruits of the Earth,
I want to hack my prey into bits,
I want to feel alive.
I like this. A Cynic would agree to this although I have other thoughts moreover. As the Machinized Age consumes us, even with its benefits, enters the social issues, complications, and possible deterioration of the human condition.
"Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity," Thoreau once stated which is the clear cut message I like about this poem. Great write. (^_^)