no matter
how much money
you make
how many acres
you own
the pile of corpses
left behind
still catch the eye
drill for oil
for natural gas
mine for ore
for diamonds
take take take take take
all we leave behind
is the corpse
of the only thing
sustaining us
in the vast emptiness
of space
we are
civilized
academic
professional
apex predators
that for all the
supposed
knowledge
know only
the art of death
enriched by plastics
extinctions
carbon blossoming
into the air above
never quite smart enough
to see
that the cost
is not worth
the temporary satisfaction
soon the animals
will be animatronic displays
in the museums
of whatever
comes after us
we will be a footnote
a war crazed race
that left behind poisons
in place of nature
mass graves
in place of schools
and
monuments of insignificance
in an effort
to prove our penis
was bigger
than theirs
i sit
enjoying a cup of coffee
wondering when
it will be extinct as well
just
bitter black memories
Mike's Manic Word Depot 
Its like we are shitting everywhere and never bother to wipe our arses then complaining why our surrounding is so stinky. (Sorry about the language, I could not articulated anorher way.)
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It makes perfect sense. And is true
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Awesome and sharp! 👍
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thanks again ma’am!
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Ever read the book “Ishmael”? If not, read it… now. We are “the takers”. It’s sad but true but knowing that means there is hope… a little at least. Thanks for the thought-provoking words, brother man. ✊🌈
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I read it a long time ago. It is brilliant.
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Agreed. I read it a few times. To remind myself of stuff and things….
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