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Meat Sacks & Smoke Screens

Body
is mostly very physical;
defecate, urinate, inhale, exhale,
eat, drink,
lie down, rise up,
sleep, wake,
aches, pleasure,
fat, thin,
tired,
be born, die

but out of that
you sometimes have time
to think about friends,
and you remember how friends look,
their faces, their hands, their butts

but that is just a smoke screen;
their looks: smoke screens

because they're just hunks of meat,
dressed up in skin;
just organs in a skin sack;
bottom up, flat out

appealing and appalling meet
on the razor's edge

and if you tear out their eyes,
they're really just eye balls,
balls to roll in any kind of game
you can come up with;
your mind stirring, those eyes staring...

so we're just heavy sacks of meat,
defecating, with some luck,
depending on those smoking screens!

And our moral: ethics for eight billion sacks of meat

Helluva way to live!




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Publicerad 2020-11-20 09:48



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