Do You Know Your Place In The World?

Give me a subject I can sink my teeth into.

The fresh, juicy, pulp of Fate.

What am I to do with myself?

Lost souls, hollow eyed zombies wander,

Till the downpour begins, pieces of flesh.

Landing surreptitiously upon my face.

Who am I?

Unturned, squinty, my grey-green eyes.

Laced with something inappropriate.

What am I supposed to do?

Why am I here?

Downward are my blocky, chubby toes.

Upward find my naked state of being.

I am exposed and pointless.

I am alone. I am alone.

And I wander.

Pointless.