Feed

The futile age old dream
Life clambers for the sun
A constant moving stream
The rabid and foaming run
Expel the curdled cream
For work has just begun
A welcome sight to feast
Pockets full of tendons
Crammed down throats deceased
The retching sound heard reckons
Feed the newborn beasts
Unknowing the time beckons
Honey drops a taste to trial
On mangled teeth with force
Inevitably sweet turns the bile
meals enamoured with remorse
Rot and shape to form denial
Morbidity is now the course
Surveying the viscera by worth
With puckered eyes unblinking
Guzzled by the gallon from birth
Caught in the joyful act of winking
By offering the masses their mirth
You remove the burden of thinking
Packaged products fly by night
Each over processed by degree
A raw surge waves against right
Harps the notes upon the sea
Savour each morsel sound bite
Delivered to homes thought free

---

Weekly Theme:

Archive Week

First published:

31/07/19

---