Look at them
arguing over what
news channel
lies best
Fighting over
the accurate value of
Life depending on
its real estate
Their foul breath
stems out of
mouths that
never shut
rotting values
held by scaffolding
that rusted
long ago
ears filled with
wax, watertight to
the elements of
change
They pay attention
to nothing but
themselves
They will die
convinced that
Truth was designed
by them, thinking they
fly higher than the
other birds of
prey
And yet, they
seem completely
oblivious at the
fact that all
that is left is
their rotting
flesh