Life.
Life. It's frustrating sometimes.Step step step to the lively beat
We’re soldiers in the scheme of ugly things.
At the cusp of ends and means we meet
Til the machine guns in our heads sound of endless “ping.”
At the beasts in our lives we shoot,
As the guns vibrate our creaking bones.
Thinking the beast dead we move boot by boot,
Seeking other prizes to call our own.
Greed, the child of Adam and Eve,
The champion of human life in nearby trees
Breathes air to revive defeated beasts.
It’s too late to note the only casualty is me.
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