The body we live in... is an intelligent animal,
Some may call it a conduit...a tree... a temple,
Needing to be fed, to have rest, to be nourished to be healthy and to keep well oiled its personal rationale,
So that the mortality of its life though inevitable...
Can sustain a sense of meaning,
That proves its worthy cause in all of its travels for existing,
Instead... perspective is distorted by a media spewing vegetables,
blinkered by futile whims of plastic narcissistic designs created... not easily digestable,
For those who are born and live in a body that's of obese design,
Don't feel comfortable in the world where stick people reside,
Much business is being sown to keep looking eternally young...
by any means is remarkable... the addiction is an abuse for paranoia to run...
For some... iconic influence and fashion conscious dictatorships flourish incessantly the Fagin's of glamour sell fancies and promote favours false views of immortality,
But beauty is the only fruit of that which is the essence... illogical, yet alive, emotive... yet of unexplainable origins of intelligence... housed until the end in the body of the human animal and yet delicately lives unnoticed, sometimes forgotten...
But never unshakable!
Some may call it a conduit...a tree... a temple,
Needing to be fed, to have rest, to be nourished to be healthy and to keep well oiled its personal rationale,
So that the mortality of its life though inevitable...
Can sustain a sense of meaning,
That proves its worthy cause in all of its travels for existing,
Instead... perspective is distorted by a media spewing vegetables,
blinkered by futile whims of plastic narcissistic designs created... not easily digestable,
For those who are born and live in a body that's of obese design,
Don't feel comfortable in the world where stick people reside,
Much business is being sown to keep looking eternally young...
by any means is remarkable... the addiction is an abuse for paranoia to run...
For some... iconic influence and fashion conscious dictatorships flourish incessantly the Fagin's of glamour sell fancies and promote favours false views of immortality,
But beauty is the only fruit of that which is the essence... illogical, yet alive, emotive... yet of unexplainable origins of intelligence... housed until the end in the body of the human animal and yet delicately lives unnoticed, sometimes forgotten...
But never unshakable!
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