Screams
Screams
Can you hear it?
Not that anybody presses so,
But still,
There they are.
Their obnoxious shouting,
With twitching countenances,
A purely inconceivable demeanor
Consisting of nothing
But insanity,
Lust,
And overall
Ravenousness.
They used to walk,
Walk inside,
And back out again
Everso orderly.
Gloriously gallant guards
Protecting the central base
Of their livelihood.
Now,
They scramble
Writhing,
Self-penalizing,
Wriggling with utter chaos
As the lot of anxious,
Porcine abominations
That we now realize they are.
That we are.
Copyright © Alexander Ray | Year Posted 2020
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