Ant Smith

All poems

Oliver twist

Humanity has a destiny but it isn't very pretty
Consume things to live and breed, turning matter into energy
This human form is some machine an engine that makes entropy
Oh what joy! I do believe that creation is thy enemy
Insect infest, insect infect - It's no miracle we conceive
Another pair of baby blues, another hungry mouth to feed
And is six billion not enough spreading of this human seed?
For still the boy he asks for more, mistaking greed for need