ambition
golf swing
golf shot
golf game
golf player
golf tournament
golf
sports
media
business
capitalism
society
humans
animals
life
universe
nothingness

we are not like animals
we are like gods

this poem is a fable
about animals
who can speak
but choose not to speak

when i get out of the shower
i first wipe my face
and then my stomach
my ass and legs
while i do this i think
how much it sucks
i was not born
ten thousand years ago
when i could kill people and animals
with random rocks
how boring it is to live
today with all these pussies
with all the luxuries
and this pussy ass internet
i wish i was in cold nature
where i could kill with my hands
or be killed and eaten
that would be awesome
how did we come
from ancient bloodbaths and struggles to
unfriend on facebook?

parents
girlfriend
wife
child
friends
kids
pets
god
animals
planet
toys from childhood
taxi drivers
computer
coffee

they do not need clothes

they talk only
when there is something
important to be said

they do not restrain
carnal desires

they live in a state
of nirvana by default

they communicate
with their excrements