feeders
Bullshit reigns,In fields of rat,
nipping,pushing in rage;
Chaos thickens,
As others join,
Crushing those beneath them,
Bodies pile,
Food increases,
Old ones nourish new ones,
Why do we opt to be them?
feeders
Bullshit reigns,Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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