Cerebral fuck,
This being alive.
Keep your arse moving,
least it be done too.
Animals evolved,
to perpetuate ourselves.
Yet culture castrates,
and never a fuck for the future.
Stuck in time,
wanting it now.
Fruit grows,
taking time to grow and go ripe.
Body contorts,
mind melts.
Scream and the punch,
sometimes all you have.
When faced with a crossroads,
who will you be?
Walking towards another crossroads,
no doubt!
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