#dehumanisation
My easel, has been asleep
for a while, like a whale
on the lost deep seas
finding a prey
to victimise
to sate the belly full.
Your easel, sees in my eyes
the robbers on the blink
of an unruly end
finding recognition
in social media
to favor ego
to sate the belly full.
Your easel, is a mellow fine lens
Hands in line holding a gun
set a trigger, to silence the crowds
the doom in the public cruise
trollers and vipers with wipers
to sate the belly full
What have we come to dear friend?
we seek fame and lose our self
to the shadows of the masses
who denude our dignity
to gain their sanity
to sate the belly full
What have we come to dear friend?
in the spaces of the contours between
dehumanised by the social media
the medium of the century voice
the armageddon of currency
that sate to fill it's belly
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
They say
She says
He says
Some say “it“ but are do not mean well.
You say “whatever“
And call yourself a bread
A sandwich.
You joke, you giggle.
I make it real.
Taking things serious,
Taking things literal,
Is a talent of mine.
But the idea of identity
It is a story of yours
These pronouns
Fresh like bread
Wholesome like wheat
Savory like heat
They are just like you
When nothing works
When all feels wrong
Sandwich will put a smile on you
And you
Might give a sandwich
to sandwir
A sandwich
is sandwirs
It is meant to be
Sandwich
Sandwir
Sandwir
Sandwirs
And sandwichself
The mania of grain and wheats
Will never be gone
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 5:07 AM UTC