The Wrath of Genes

The Wrath of Genes

A Poem by Prophecy
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a rant

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O, take your ordinary loving away!

Your desires for survival and breeding

Comforts, luxury, the best fit

You can have your kisses, your sparks, your

 

Winning genes, your competition, take it home

Where your baby whines and your husband doesn’t come home

Jammed in a dense unmoving audience

You play the pathological game, like everything counts

 

With no time for soul or leisure, your refuge

Are the busy bright rooms of a thousand interviews?

O, have your normalcy and filtered for easy joys!

Wealth, success and friends to make you feel better

 

Is that financial soil really so fertile?

You who lack an inner pulse, without metamorphosis. 

© 2013 Prophecy


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What a good range of words you use in this, it captured my attention from the beginning. If this is how you rant, then rant away!
Well penned.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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