I guess if I had to define this poem in a single word it would be: GOOFY. I obviously wrote this drunk... It is essentially just a simple rambling about how we will be our own demise.

Hungry Society

i am the worlds greatest eater

not named steve

who has a word

in how he eats

and how it bleeds

medium rare

or just fresh

from the bone

the meat moos

it is delicious

it is selfish

for it to have lived

for such a time

for so long

when clearly it is

it belongs

in my stomach

in me

i am the top

and the chain will fall

because

because of me

 

Poems of depressing frustration