Post of the Day, January 20, 2014

some of us eat each other

we're not proud – it's just what we do

at least we know just what we taste like

which is more than you know about you

our m.o. is plain and it's simple

we do what we need to survive

more often than not we are leary

of just how long we'll be alive

we lack any ethics or morals

we live without guilt or regrets

we harbor no sense of a hist'ry

no ancestral line as of yet

the past is the same as the present

time is a word that means nil

here at the end of the ocean

time is just something we kill