Trapped

No way out of this place
We're hungry so we stuff our face
On endless sweets we continually feast
There's food suspended all around me
I'm floating in a sugary sea
Don't even have to move you see
Defecating as I eat
I continue gorging
Spreading seed
Multiplying in quantity
Till food is scarce and it's hard to breathe
Now in a world of mostly feces
Suffering in extreme toxicity
As we drown in sewage and piss
And our bodies slowly sink
Into an alcohol abyss
With my dying thought I think
"We had to die in our own shit
so you could have a drink
Oh what a life we lived..."

Signed Sincerely...The yeast

©Antonio Acosta