The Picturesque Anachronism

Behold the picturesque anachronism, attempting to control are lives. A donkey and an elephant arguing before our very eyes. A donkey and an elephant debating all their lies. Multitudes of donkeys and elephants spreading filth, despite the cries. We don't need security. We don't need your laws. We don't need technology. We just want to live our lives. We are humans, not elephants or donkeys- take care of yourselves and leave us alone. Take your imperial fascist agenda and shove it- down your bloated holes. ...Where it will linger like the vomit you make us feel. Behold the picturesque anachronism, the safari of concrete. As civilization disbands and crumbles while humanity bows before their feet. Bowing before their hooves, with their giant pocket books. Society becomes a zoo, in servitude; A slave to the status-quo. A revenge of the animals, we once called our own. - For those of you confused by this poem, anachronism is a euphemism for Anthropomorphism which was too long a word to put in this poem.