we weep as we yearn for freedom
our tears are invisible to they
our cries are inaudible too
our faces are perceived to be rigid
mindless machines of nature
made to be toyed with they imagine
oblivious of our emotions are the creatures
bragging about an infinite wisdom
round and round
struggling in circles
every day my mate and I
are imprisoned for satisfaction
made an ornament of attraction
complete with a cheap mockery of nature
indeed a cruel trick of torture
we need more than a bubble pump
and a daily quota of horrible grub........
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