Monday, August 4, 2008


Animal instincts,
Animal lust.
The time we live in,
A world with no trust.

Just a tiny piece,
A bumblebee or ant.
Part of the colony,
A flower or a plant.

I can't be what I think,
So accept me for who I am.
So now I laugh and drink,
An beast enlightened.

I never sell out,
But I feel married.
I've got soul doubt,
Weight I've carried.

An animal dies but lives,
Through the community,
That is created.