Time And Circumstance

We must not dawdle now,
bring me that finger, will you?
We have places to go,
people to ingest.

Time is fleeting,
we are feeding.
Chomp and chew,
the best parts of you.

Youth for the main course,
elderly for dessert.
We love the slurping,
burping meal of man.


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