sustain

What makes us all fuck and eat
And build places to fuck and eat some more
Why are we so tirelessly wired
To fuck and eat until we are tired
Energies exhausted
Resources exhausted
Flesh accosted
Soil left dry and static
With thoughts of food and sex
Running wild in the attic
Who decides on their own
To stop peeling meat off the bone
Who is left among us
Who is left to tongue us
Days slip into weeks
And months become years
And a thousand trains pass rows like chains
Of big squares made of brick and glass
All to make the time pass
All to have a place to bring soup and ass
To a interminable boil
All to give back to the soil
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2.1.07