The world used to be full of people
People who ate and talked and lived
They all had the same haircut and black loafers
They never cut their fingernails
They carved their names into tree trunks for fun
They fished to replenish their stomachs
The world used to be full of these people
Where have these carefree people gone?
We have been cursed with external attraction
Even animalistic desires are less brutish
Than the images we digest
Of people who are not really people
People who are trapped in tight cow skins
Strangled in bow ties and neck ties
Wearing heels that could be used for combat
People who are stringed together by bones
Nothing more, nothing less
Bones, skin, muscle, fat
A concoction of body parts
That are labeled and shipped off
To find a soul mate: a lover of bones
All we see is the external attraction
Things that we don’t see, don’t exist, right?
Ghosts and werewolves
Witches and spirits
God and morality
No, there is only external attraction
No soul, no soul mate, no despair
Just a bag of bones beyond repair
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