Organic people.

poem, random feels, Wtf 1 Minute 
I don't get organic people.
Don't they have to fight
to be left alone?
They blend in like soil to the
rich, stinky mystery of life.
Do they not question that?
Is there nothing amiss?
Why am I always the dissonance,
a rip in the sanctity
of the goddamn peace and quiet.

Published by hotsurf

Like to travel, read, play cello etc.

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