What is wrong with you people

I am disgusted by the feral pricks

I am forced to stride this planet with

All they see is prey prey prey

Mmmm tastes good in the wallet

Fuck you and your shallow nature

Piss off with your me me me attitude

Of course perception begins with I

But yours goes no further out

Then your own overgrown nose

I have decided to refuse to play

Some think this labels me prey

For we can only be predators or prey

In this illogical crap shack you call a home

Does dinner taste good?

Well I'm sorry to inform you

That you've been eating your own leg

Idiots

My pride has demanded I refuse to play

For it is the only course open

Hmm I can hear Daddy now

"Pride doesn't feed your family"

"Can't buy a house with pride"

This is correct

But I can look myself in the mirror without flinching

Can you say the same?

How did it taste when you ate it?

Was it bitter?

With the salty caress of tears for flavor?

You are correct

You did get your house

You did feed me

But at the cost of your soul

And when you die

As we all must

You will find that all you have left is a shell

With the hollow echos of what once was there

To follow this whisp that once was you

As it crawls to its final rest

Like a disgusting broken thing

Creeping through the blackness of the void

I refuse to eat anyone else for dinner

I would rather starve then to feast upon my ideals

I say NO!

For one of us must

Before we as a whole eat ourselves into nonexistence

I do not do this only for me

One of us with clear vision must stand for what could be

And when I die

I will be walking into the afterlife