Social Termite

hollow little vessels

empty lives

carbon copies with bad posture

body positive but mental negative

mindless crops of uselessness

they'll never do a thing with their lives

never had a life to begin with 

they need the herd to give them purpose

the hive to tell them where to swarm

strength in numbers because its all they know

most of them will never have a thought

outside the box

they'll tow the line for all their days

no quality of life

just numb up here, and fall down there

drag your horrible flesh around

for all to turn their noses at

for everyone to gossip about

hell hath no fury like a crowd disgusted

what will everyone think

what will they say

we tend to stack our value on the favor of an insecure hive mind

i never saw the value in society

never had much use for what they thought about me