The bottom feeder
Social formulaic utterances
are all thats evident
of this moment
of this air
the atmosphere reeks
the flesh stinks
fret not,let it sink
the bottom feeders the saviour
watch him mend your ailment
watch him fight your war
he stalks the ground
taking your worthless and unwanted
as you soar high above ,with the notes of a song
denying the dynamic that exists in all
no time for pain,escape or let it lie
the world is a happier place
under the sheets,behind the drapes
the bottom feeder ploughs on
though he bleeds
the bottom feeder ploughs on
Caes
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