To the conscious life is weird
where so many levels meet
Is life just one big dining
hall
of chuck the living wait to
eat
Observe your pecking orders
a ruling etiquette of things
Bastions of the psychopath
divinely righteous style of
kings
Head honcho’s reading menus
first
waiters hold their breath in
fear
Consent is one more power
play
a smiling tiger’s thin veneer
Citizens with starving pangs
watch as mighty mouthfuls
sate
Licking thumbs whilst eyeing
crumbs
taking turns to lick the
plate
Look at life how great it is
hail the winner on the heap
Who needs to grab and store it
all
for blind eyed courtiers
feigning sleep
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