Answer: Ego

Answer: Ego

A Poem by Max Meunier

why must our presence present as pendulous peril perpetually passing between plausible purpose and predisposed plight prolonging pandemonium to placate pedestrian pedantry perpetrated by apathetic progenitors to please their pathetically primitive predilection for perpetuant personal prospect through perfunctory procreation parsimoniously placing province and perdurable pain on the passively plucked personifications of their phantom permanence?

© 2016 Max Meunier


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The ego. Make us know greed and honor for the wrong things. I liked how you defined the word. Thank you Max. I appreciate your amazing poetry.
Coyote

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Added on October 1, 2016
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Tags: max, meunier, poetry, existence, observation, entropy, introspection, humanity, life, death