Carnivorous Carnival

You eat what you kill,
you kill what you can
There is no rhythm to it
You are just a man

But when the jungle drum starts playing,
and when the hips start swaying,
the prey hunts the lion,
there is no point delaying,

the inevitable, it’s nature on a grandiose scale,
eat or be eaten, no win, draw or fail.
Our bodies briefly touch, and the rest is on sale.

Five finger discount steal
until you need to make bail

The flower children fought to give us this life,
yet all we do with it is complain out of spite.

No one appreciates the liberty,
the old only see a lack of civility
in hedonistic societies
consuming like vampires liberally,

sucking the life out of a wasted opportunity.


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