There's far too many other humans
thinking other human thoughts,
planning other human's sneaky plans
and blaming others when they're caught.
I can't think about it any more,
it just makes me sit and stare.
Making up the words and such
to seem as if I care.
The other humans seem to know,
what the other humans do.
But the other humans never show
the truth to me or you.
They like to think they are of course,
their lies fool them as well.
Self interest is the hidden force,
for the greed that feeds their hell.
The grinning idiots on T.V.
always talking very flash.
Imploring you to make you see
you should give them all your cash.
The other human's plans and schemes
all designed to cheat and steal.
Destroying other human's dreams,
or gladly taking their last meal.
The other humans always mystify
my own dark, troubled soul.
I've never known the reason why
I rock when they all roll.
I cannot even hope to know
if the other humans see,
the other human's flooding flow
of darkness flowing free.
I only know one thing for sure
and I'm saying this to you.
To all the other humans you're
just an other human too.
Brett A. Jones Dec 2012
