InstinctsA Poem by E.J. Waling
One day,
eyes open. Open to see what is. Look around. Look to see, see what we are. See where we are. Do what we do. Driven. Driven to to do what we do. Why? Instincts, programmed into our being, our soul. No choice, must be what we are. Instincts. Procreation, self preservation top two. Sex and violence entwined into the tapestry of human existence. Permeates everything. Books. Music. Poems. Art. Movies. Fashion. Cosmetics. Aim to attract, procreate. Wars. Social strife. Self preservation. Human civilization controlled, contrived, programmed. Instincts control. Human programming. Look around it’s all programmed. Everything! © 2019 E.J. Waling |
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1 Review Added on February 11, 2019 Last Updated on February 11, 2019 AuthorE.J. WalingNHAboutE.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more.. |

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