Tom H. Poet Burlesque

Power Hungry

Like we’re on a farm
We chew on their arms
It’s ok if you’re hungry
We have more to eat
It’s ok if you’re hungry
But we’re running out of seats
So get in line boy
And make sure you’re first
So get in line boy
Try and fulfill your thirst
They’re here just for you
So take more than two
Oh don’t you pout
There’s no way we can run out
It’s ok, we’re not the same
We won’t share the blame
And if it’s all the same
We’ll change our names
Our indifference
Can be a fun game
And as they lose their sense
Their unrest turns to flame
But there’s no need for alarm
We can chew our own arms

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Robin Davis October 5, 2013 at 9:23 AM This is a very deep and powerful write. Full of heart with a message for the reader to think about. nice job Tom H. October 6, 2013 at 5:21 PM Thanks, I really appreciate the sentiment!

Milton Toran July 31, 2013 at 2:12 PM Those who are power hungry will chew on their own arms and chew on the arms of others while having the audacity to ask for seconds! Truthfully written, a great message!...Milt