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Oct 2014
How ordinary they seem
these dull-eyed cattle
not a spark
nor a glimmer
of intelligence
-is there more to life?
they wonder
the answer was right there
in front
of their small beady eyes
eyes that could not
see beyond the
mundane world
they chose to
to pollute
-is there something wrong?
they ask.
they think they are so
caring, smart,


But they're not.
They put on an air of menace
a facade of what
they are not
they think they can
fool anyone
but let me tell you
you are never
going to be
what you think of
your filthy selves

I am ashamed to be human.
dull-eyed mortal
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dull-eyed mortal  At home. In bed. All day.
(At home. In bed. All day.)   
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