First, just to set the record straight, people are bent. All people. All humans. All, all, all, all, and…  all.

Show me a straight person… Just one. And you can’t. Know why? Cuz you’re bent. Full of curvy ambitions, circular thoughts, angled pursuits… Not one damn straight person in the whole lot of you.

It is very easy to be a misanthrope. Very easy indeed. It also is very easy to have faith. It is easy to be and have a lot of non-linear things. Thus, you’re all bent.

Now, sardines? Ah, sardines are great! And thus, a poem is created in honor of the human race busy running in circles.

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Schooled schmoozed and royally fucked

Baited by thoughts of fancy and greed

consumed and be consumed by much

as such

so seemingly

foolish

 

Splish splash

finning madness  in a world of shallow depth

greed

lust

possesion

and for what?

 

“Take the bait! Take the bait!”

Reeling another  one in

pickled

salted

preserved for posterity, sakes alive!

 

The human race smells so eerily familiar

to sun rotting fishes.