Week Eight - Entry. Like Cancer.
Just a poem I jotted down in my CPB last week:
Spreading like cancer
across the Earth's surface,
Sol watches the consequences quietly
of the deceptive Godsend.
The heartbeats of the most evolved
slowly still
in ignorance they prefer consumption
becoming sated and swollen.
The signs are on the streets,
where carefree hands discard
the remains of addiction distributed
by the demonic corporation.
I wrote it thinking about both cigarettes and mcdonalds, though I think it can apply to quite a lot more. We are the source of our own destruction.
Spreading like cancer
across the Earth's surface,
Sol watches the consequences quietly
of the deceptive Godsend.
The heartbeats of the most evolved
slowly still
in ignorance they prefer consumption
becoming sated and swollen.
The signs are on the streets,
where carefree hands discard
the remains of addiction distributed
by the demonic corporation.
I wrote it thinking about both cigarettes and mcdonalds, though I think it can apply to quite a lot more. We are the source of our own destruction.