Gluttony

Visibly Troubled. Toughened. Rings, one after another, cyclic routine. Yelling. Destructive nature. Bewilderment filling almost every aspect of life. We work, to give poison, feed and indulge minds that don´t appreciate the product. Its just expected to earn, consume, earn, consume, earn, consume, consume, consume. No focus. No memory. Cackles and over zealos smiles line the ranks. Terminal illness that lasts a healthy life time. Minds that don´t dream but watch and repeat, thoughts that are the creation of coorperations, speech hollow, irellavent and vulgar. A lack of mannors. Directly causing lung cancer to the individuals acting. Void of the arts filled with oil. A copy of a copy. Suppressing children with misguided dicipline. Utterly lazy. Ghastly shells evoking evolution of nothing. Narrowing the gene pool. Over crowded with a lack of guard. A fickle dead future like making a house out of toothpicks while katabatic winds line the mountain tops with only their plaque holding it together. This is not future. This is meek existance. I observe cancer spread while blanc on blanc cells struggle. Speechless. Faint comedy and excessive consumption lubricates my joints for another day. I watch my companions slowly cease to function. Fingernails clawing into the rings as the angle increases, the water rises, putrid gasses impregnate the atmosphere. I smile with angst, withdrawral and anxiety and serve one more. I am slave.This is service.