Found Poetry 371

9/25/20

we live in a skillet
labor deep fried in politics
bubbles are cannonballs of pain
can we ever be more than cannibals cooking each other
using the oil over and over again?
if something perfectly matches our nature
we will not recognize it as torture

This poem was created from Walden by Henry Thoreau. Click here to get Walden.

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