Instincts
One day,
eyes open.
Open
to
see what
is.
Look around.
Look to see,
see what
we are.
See where
we are.
Do what
we do.
Driven.
Driven to
to do what
we do.
Why?
Instincts,
programmed
into our
being,
our soul.
No choice,
must be
what we
are.
Instincts.
Procreation,
self
preservation
top two.
Sex and
violence
entwined into
the tapestry
of human
existence.
Permeates
everything.
Books.
Music.
Poems.
Art.
Movies.
Fashion.
Cosmetics.
Aim to
attract,
procreate.
Wars.
Social strife.
Self preservation.
Human civilization
controlled,
contrived,
programmed.
Instincts control.
Human
programming.
Look around
it’s all programmed.
Everything!
Copyright © Jg Collins | Year Posted 2019
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