Idle Pecking (2003)
Little itching, scratching, stabbing habits that ravage our souls
rape our best intentions
we're all angels infected with devils of the mind
ittle pitch forked menaces that keep us in line
bouncing back and fourth through weakened synapses
we're the walking, talking, thinking, breathing, fucking, product of our environment
searching out our next hit
we're highly trained specialists at selfishness
killer creating, combinations of actions & conversations
we're the end & begining
we're alpha and omega
human under ego, above all else
poem by Tyler Ste
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