Friday, 2 August 2013

Tolerance

A Starving heart gave itself unto the world,
Found nothing in return, but alcohol.
Washed away the clinking bone and bread crust;
Its rhythm slowed to a pitiful pulse.

And so it happened without cause, without meaning,
A man started to lumber under his dysfunction,
Enlightened by the natural environment,
Bent on all fours and began to crawl.

Crawled from the sight of maltreated mothers,
With an axe attached to a piece of string;
Disguised underneath a strangers coat.
Impatient to the end, just like you.

Unable to digest the world;
Just like no one who has ever lived;
A stomach starved of life,
Eaten up by the possibility of everything.




Yours
SiBot

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