they come and take care of you
and you are too happy for their concerns
you are well fed and all your complaints are well taken
from cough to fever to even the simplest symptom of boredom
they are ready of their medicines and good accommodations
they protect you from cold and from heat
and then you become big and fat and beautiful
tonight, they are having a drink, and your name comes out
tomorrow you shall have your last meal
you are the next to be butchered
what is your name? Mr. Contented Pig.
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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