Humans

by Avrii Monrielle   Sep 23, 2007


~Humans~

Oh, what pitiful creatures,
Dead skin cells on their heads...
Sickening little gazes,
That always stare when dead!

Their grimy, thickened hands,
Bacteria-infected...
Thousands, millions, billions,
They should all be dissected!

Oh, what gruesome animals...
How they whine with no remorse!
They think that they're so special;
Special as the main course.

Wherever they walk,
Their footsteps chug and tumble.
Caking, wearing floors,
How they bustle and bumble!

They frighten me so much,
With their oblique imperfections!
Going to and fro,
Without having intentions.

How I wish they'd leave me be!
How I yearn to have them go.
If only they would listen,
If only they could know!

Those dastardly barbarians,
How they make me glower...
Taking too much vegetation,
To make their hunger lower!

Oh, their sweating skin,
In this brazen, burning heat...
Who's that in mirror?
Are you making fun of me?!

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  • 9 years ago

    by Katie

    That was amusing and true too.
    I especially liked the first verse:
    Oh, what pitiful creatures,
    Dead skin cells on their heads...
    Sickening little gazes,
    That always stare when dead!

    Though I bet all animals are like that; if a cat could talk, I bet it would say it's "as special as the main course" because it's not dumb. People take care of them!

  • 10 years ago

    by Polaroid

    You can write every type of poetry imaginable
    Great work

  • 10 years ago

    by Polaroid

    5/5 great work