Secondarily

It's in me again
the dread of life
realization that everything is moldable
but no one wants to ever except it
like a pool of mud
no one steps in it
all about food
cars
money
phones
apps
gas
status
it disgusts at the simplest level
the human in me, wanting everyone else to join
a septic pool of blood
filling the void
that 'life' has created
no one wants
only consume
a wet dripping stinky charred piece of cow fat
or hamburger
gets devoured without the thought of
the years
effort
energy
that took place before
the mere
mention of
such would be
a death of an appetite
to be, or not
is  no longer a question
but a statement
no one i know wants to be
the limitless endeavor in which
the human life
has potential
or growing
beyond
imagination
because of
the need to
consume