Fork in Hand

Written by: Frank Guglietta

The natural state is
shameful.
The skin, 
once smooth
               now calice
drownding in rich fragrance and
creams

Hair is plucked, cut, shaped, and
trimmed. 

Animal instincts our squashed
with regulation and normalness. 

Our eyes seek, wishing to
pounce
              But our hamstrings are cut;
unable to spring. 
A human is what is told to be
There is no humaneness...
              just an animal being
pampered by rosy makeup

Roots are buried
our skin is sinful 

Few sane remain
             frowned upon 
by proper citizens who love 
to demonstrate proper behavior.