Holy Cannibal

Dirty, ragged unclean
Talking in circles about the same dreams
That were stolen by them
That’s always the case
Them are a nasty sort
Walking in stride with an eye towards the corner
“coffee please I got no money”
Yes! That would explain the smell,
Didn’t I give a free one already?
Yet at noon, when the clean, glossy individuals
Arrive in carriages, attired in fashion
Its much the same,
Of circles in speech
About stolen dreams,
They cast glances menacingly at the dirty
Fellows: that like gum, stick to the walls as crustaceans…
“coffee please, but I only have a 20”
Is about as easy as begging for coffee.
Who is so much different
In this room, when the bell tolls?
A soul is brought forth to be devoured
To bring relief to us all,
No more free coffee,
Just thanks and gratuity.
Was god a cannibal?
To create beings that must eat each other
Just to sit together?

I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D

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