Statistics
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We're reduced to statistics,
in the human equation.
Zero or one, on or off,
only averages matter.
Amidst ashes of despair,
fear festers into anger.
And constant pangs of hunger
force the soul to question sin.
While lechery deals in flesh
hypocrisy sets the price.
For lust's an expensive dish,
as a substitute for love.
Reality avoids dreams
but embraces fantasy.
And ignores encrypted truths
waiting to be deciphered.
Genetically linked, we're
individually shaped.
And our programmable lives
get governed by statistics.
(Verse)
10/4/2015
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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