Title: Humans
by Larry from Hampshire and Isle of Wight | in writing, poetry
These breathers
Are the epitomy
Of all living misery
Green eyes, plagued with flies
They're all full of jealousy.
These Transformers
The human race of traumas
Bending over backwards
To bend over forwards.
These pretenders
So unique yet so similar
Card sharps and money lenders
There's no 'us' in loyalty.
These stirrers
Calloused and lustless
In the public eye, thriving
On the fat of the land.
sometimes my friends irritate me a great deal
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