Life is chaos
Not a controlled lawn
Neatly trimmed
Green skin
But wild vegetation
Free flowing weeds
Not some zoo
Or domesticated
House pet
But hungry creatures
With predator eyes
Living to get by
Lest we forget ourselves
We are the weeds
And the wild animals
Wearing false pretenses
And pretentious suits
But the hunger still waits
The dark beast still beats
Beneath
Our human demeanor
Chaos