by Oliver Mendoza
Forever revolving, catering, objectified by the pecking order.
Clueless, worthless, lifeless.
Just a caricature of carcasses passed, unadorned by nature.
Beckoned, summoned, projected ubiquitously.
Infinitely trapped in metastasis as a scapegoat.
For the sheep, the swarm,
the teeming tyrannical
the ravaging race
of magnificent misnomers
To coddle, pander and indulge the transgressions
which coerce pre-destined phases of boundless supremacy
and be objectified by the pecking order.