Inanimaticy
People daily perish so tragically ...
ever dying
to protect things that don’t breathe
Inanimate objects of their desire,
they just can’t leave
So many pulse beings fall in love with inert manufacturing
Mistletoe eyes kiss the chrome,
and chafing lips polish the plastic
Wooden attraction becomes a rotted cleave
When grave fires rain down untimely destruction,
many chose the sheltering embrace
of their stony arm lover
Letting synthetic bonding for the esthetic metal
rule over their survival instincts ...
Fidelity to sparkling glass goes aye shatter fatal
Ever dying to cling to molecular things
that don’t feel
Artificial inanimaticy, it ain’t real
Inordinate affection for the inorganic immaterial
is a terminal expiration date
Bosom caresses for molded figures is cold intimacy
Too many buried souls let their heart bleed vainly
Inanimate things aren’t moved emotionally
to try and help save you in your time of dire need
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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