Fleeting-Thought

You blame all of your urges on your natural instincts but you sit on your couches and wash dishes in your sinks you speak in a polite manner in the presance of women you shit in a toilet and wear swim trunks when you're swimming you watch millions of little lights for your fucking entertainment your paths all run through cities made entirely of pavement you eat food you didn't make you swollow pills that are synthectic you shun the non believers and see the homless as pathetic But you kill your fellow man out of greed, anger, and jelousy You objectify every possible mate that you happen to see you always save yourself whe