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Flesh
Lips
Hair
These are what the people around me are covered in
They build skyscrapers
Towering above all of us
As they walk on me
Drive on me
Do whatever they please
They use there lips to chomp on whatever they please
There ooey gooey objects splash on me
They don't even bat an eye
They stomp across me with signs and pitchforks
Saying the world they built is corrupt
Yet they don't protect the very world they built
What about us
What about the houses they destroy
The cars crashing
Did they not deserve life too