9 To 5 Dot Com

Staring at the mutant zoo with hate.

Am I hot? Or am I not?

Rate me.

Justify my existance.

I am not me, I am my ability to fit into these pants.

Oh yes, brothers and sisters.

Loathing you all is my favorite game.

Your pity and your praise are equally toxic... one as cancerous as the other.

Everytime I'm like you, I die.

No more starvation.

Feed the beast. Become a machine of war.

Destroy.

Reviews

[Priest Rada]

That just about nails this 'Human Circus' I like the pace of the poem too, short and sweet!!!