Tonnes of food
chicken beef and pasta
A buffet to inflate every sense
Every physical edge
Eating is a burden
trays and trays for my human mouth
it all sits there in my gut
Digesting
How am I any different from
any of that food
Trailing down behind some predictable crowd
Into some popular brand or authority
Afraid of our own freedom
Killing given passion
Settling for leftovers
and chowing down to the audience sign's shine
Choking on aspirations
But swallowing double helpings of sloth
and creamy complacency
digesting unfulfilled destiny
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