The irony of process
You just sit there,
Watching yourself from nothingness

Thinking of nothing specific

It is hard

To imagine a philosophy
By someone
Who might not even be able to think


Entertainment from the
Slaughterhouse

We are the architects of daily
Madness
We chew up meat with our teeth

And destroy things that are better
Than us


While seeing your world grow
He remains a child
And now he sees what you are doing

And can't undestand

But you actually really don't know

What Charlie thinks
Because he didn't say anything about
Himself


We chew up meat with our teeth
And destroy things that are better

Than us