Ageism
Ageism
life of doubt, time of crisis,
the crust of humanity lies on those who yonders.
the passing of time, such short notice,
not long- you be dead and wondering.
The foundlings of today, seeds sown to propagate.
Man's life, a everlasting quest- perhaps?
Who are we to say, to contempt, to scorn,
Titillating gain, sex, mitigating pain.
There i see you, a riped fruit.
Time for harvest? Nay, copulation thrived.
Modicum of gossips, news of griefs,
theres nothing in brief, sniggles,
Andropause i guess, no more blood.
Do not push your luck, your fortune depletes.
A biological vendetta? or another inapt intrusion?
Like god's serpent, crushed under arbitration.
A chip of your old block, a chick like some clock.
Cuckoo? Is it wood, organic, something alive?
Livestocks are poultry, you know- sniggles-
meant to be killed as soon they are riped.
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