All the Fine Young Cannibals

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All the Fine Young Cannibals

 

You trust in yourself,  “I can do it my way,” you say. You are so proud of self greatness, it is all about “I”, that’s exactly you.

La vita e bella, la vita e amore means life is beautiful, life is love or something a bit more intimates but not you.

Forbidden pleasures and poison in everything you do. All the fine young cannibals, this is you.

You are as selfish as "I can't be try putting your trust in God," all of you,you fine young cannibals.

"I can do it my way", you say so proud of self greatness, the world is requires excessive admiration, that'll be you.

You laugh at little people like me, the degrading of others, show how selfish you are.

Yes, you, all you fine young cannibals, so snug and comfort in your soup of us.

Fill your bellies.with human souls, and forbidden selfish pleasures, the poisoning of  all that we know.

You weren't put on this earth to receive accolades in all you do you fine young cannibals.

“Do victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win?” A quote by Sun Tzu, a Chinese philosopher you know.

You are selfish and wanting it all for naught. There’s no victory in craving human flesh.

You try a gain from others pain, upstanding young cannibals. Every song does not end with the word you.

When the music stops you can be sure, you fine young cannibals will have to go.

In the song you enjoy as the music plays away, even in the rain you think you soar. Stop stealing what is ours by what you think you know.

In small circles, you want to eat and exploit that which’s not eatable. Its human flesh, didn't you know?

You feed your people first while waiting for accolades from all others fears.

You are like the banks too big to fail, taxes levied from taxes, yes from fake money you make too near.

There’s a tax on my coffee cup, cigarettes, our gasoline, and candy too.

It is the ways of living beside you. Yes, you are laughing at the pain.

Do you love the symbols of three; when three x three plus three sadly equal the number 666.

Your are six, six, and six, evil numbers, if a number could be.

But it’s just symbolizing the end, you foolish man in the end, You'll be gone and glad we'd be.

In the end, the mark of the beast means cannibalism of other dreams as well as deeds.

It’s more than modernizing technology you progressive frogs, So it shall be every time you look at us as if we're dogs.

I remind that in the end evildoers will die accusing others that you seek to destroy. 

You think the ships are safest in the harbors, in their docks and shelters, but that's not what ships are built to be.

Ships are meant to sail the water, being in open seas. You are envious of others, even those believing in you.

You'll be undone in months to come. We'll outwit you, all you selfish young cannibals.

Your heart’s stone destroy others, that'll be you, with such a sense of entitlement, yes that'd be you.

Alas soon, other will be eating you. All roads end, there’s no words or phrases fitting to describe you.

Narcissists, through and through, you exploit weakness, that’s what you do.

Your life-style, is self-centered, it’s all about you and your grandiose and the sense of self-only is-importance to you.

Preoccupied with fantasies, it’s all about you. Your have unlimited self-contentedness and power too.

Stars are brilliance but they don't shine only on you, young cannibals, stop believing in a lie.

Even if you do reward yourself now, I just can't wait to for God to put the arch of his foot on you.


© Copyright 2010, CatsMoew. All rights reserved.

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cousinsoren commented on All the Fine Young Cannibals

03-03-2011

A real cuss-cuss type of prose poetry ? I am not sure in which caztegory it falls......more like prose. A scorching diatribe to make arrogant overambitious and selfish power -seeking youth squirm in their pants................Wow!

SavVySam commented on All the Fine Young Cannibals

08-15-2010

There is power in this pen~making many poignantly strong claims in a well worded and creative fashion...awesome work!

CatsMeow

08/15/2010

Thanks for the read and comment..God bless you.

Sempersperans commented on All the Fine Young Cannibals

07-01-2010

That poem is so powerful that it's hard to read ! The pain of injustice & others' selfishness is brilliantly described ; the deeply-felt emotions are expressed with ferocity in places. Sempersperans

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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