into time. if we were hungry
we killed something
and ate it.
we survived.
we found a way to harness
the earth
and make it livable.
and now we
whine
if the internet is slow,
it the milk
is sour,
the bread stale.
we have become weak
children
needing our mother's
breast
to live on.
short of murder and
natural
disasters,
our catastrophes
are laughable
at best.
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